The thick, twisted root of the Stumbling Tree.

Drops your very ego down to its knees.

It’s knotted, so solid, too tough to be cut.

We’ve all fallen in Autumn, and gotten back up

To see Spring’s beauty, both fierce and divine

The Stumbling Root serves to keep us in line.

Memory serves.

When our egos grow tall and we start to forget

From how little we began, and how quickly we’ll return.

A lesson most humbling, most must stumble to learn.