I was stubborn as a tree
Tall and proud, unwilling to change
Slowly, slowly I bent under the unending weight of time
Slowly but surely towards the ground
Until I was sure that I would splinter
But instead of fracturing
my branches became waves
my trunk, the sea
my roots dissolved back into my purest essence
Set adrift I finally reached clarity
As sparkling bright as sunshine filtering across the waters surface
Gentle as the first drop of rain
It was me
I was my own undoing