Reality

As I drifted into sleep/ I looked into the distance which became a forest/ And I beheld myself as a tree// Actually, a sapling was I, with crooked spindly branches/ I observed the wonderfully strong verdancy around me and it was beautiful/ I was not/ So I was ashamed, and it showed in the way my trunk began to hunch and my branches became even more crooked// Then something from deep memory, of those who came before me whispered my name and reminded me of the inherent strength of my kind/ And I felt myself grow, stretch and strengthen/ Bright and lovely leaves appeared and actually smiled as they shimmered in the breeze// Before sleep overtook me, I came to know that the real me stands as tall as the majestic tree.