She thought she was done with it all

This time, it took her by surprise

Nothing ever stays the same she thought

I can’t hold onto things that were never mine

She turned the hourglass and watched the slow trickle

Down, like snow, like water, like blood, like tears

Then put her hands over her eyes

When she uncovered them she knew what she had to do

Rooted as she was, her branches covered in witches hair

She would release the old ones and let them fall away

She would send out new branches, green and pliant and eager

And send all of her heart energy to their budding vibrating fingertips

The sun was calling, her sap was rising to meet it