The card of my fate

I held the tarot card that he had left behind

The ace of gardens holds growth and life

As I looked at it I asked myself

How do I become free from my fate?

My heart beated and replied

Though nature is free, it has its own rules

Without nurture of water and sun, it wouldn't be able to grow

The discipline that I desire is still just a seedling

Even if planted, if there is no actions to nurture my discipline

It will only remain as a seed

I must consistently give it water and light

For it to grow into the tree that is firm

Which can stand against the harsh winds

I took a wooden piece half the size of my body

To lift myself up and walk again