A Soul

A soul is like a tree:
Untethered and it falls,
Unbowed and it swells
Undaunted and it grows
Unblessed and it sews no seeds
Unconquered and it never dies
Unhelped and it never grows
Unwholesome and it cannot stand
Unappreciated and it withers
Unkempt and it has no community
Unsheltered and it has no family
Unbroken and it climbs too high
Unburnt and it flourishes
Unkissed and it cannot sing
Unhugged and it cannot hope
Unloved and it cannot be.
A soul is like a tree.