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