Kate.Neverland

漸漸的，我看著自己扎根。

曾經，因為一份嚮往祈求一陣風，
後來，埋怨風帶我穿山越嶺。
接著，怨恨風為何不再刮起，使我落地無法飛翔。
我望向四周，只覺舉目無親、未來茫茫，只有另一顆小種子依偎在我身旁。
時間過了一年又一年，我的淚水喂我成長，澆灌出小小尖芽，但我不甘心停下，一直呼喊著風再次帶我遠揚，但風早已遠去，還未等時機再來。
時間又過了一年年，我拒絕成長讓我總搖搖晃晃，一旁陪伴的種子擔心害怕，努力長大，片片樹蔭為我遮蔽風霜。
直到一天，我擦乾眼淚，發現身處花海、遍地陽光，原來周遭早已綠蔭連天，只等待我醒來。
於是，我感謝風，感謝它的安排。
終於，在我扎根之時，又能感受到微風襲來。

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Slowly, I watched myself take root.

Once, out of longing, I prayed for a wind.
Then I blamed it — for carrying me over mountains I never chose.
Later, I resented its silence,
for letting me fall, grounded, unable to fly.

I looked around: no familiar face, no certain future —
only another small seed, resting close beside me.

Year after year, my tears fed me,
watering a small, stubborn sprout.
Still I refused to stay. I kept calling for the wind
to carry me far again —
but the wind had long gone, and the season had not yet returned.

More years passed. I refused to grow,
swaying, unsteady.
The seed beside me, afraid for me, grew hard and fast —
leaf by leaf, a canopy against the frost.

Until one day, I dried my eyes
and found myself in a field of flowers, drenched in sunlight.
The green had been there all along,
waiting only for me to wake.

And so, I thanked the wind. I thanked its design.

At last — just as my roots took hold —
I felt the breeze arrive again.