It was time for a change, it was time for a spruce. It was time for Palmala to cut things loose! She basked in the sun and found her power inside, as she fruffed up her leaves and shook them out with pride. 

She uncurled her branches and reached them up so high, and looked down on the world from her place in the sky. She could see everything, as it was and as it wasn’t, some things were fine and others, unpleasant.

But the only thing that mattered, was that Palmala kept growing, fruffier, and stronger! And never stopped knowing, that she, as a tree, was all she needed to be. Not anything else, than palmala palm tree. 

 

Fin.