I am trudging.
Trudging on graveled ground delicate fluff.
I whittle over, unseeing sometimes. I knock over a stone, then pause and rest.
I take a breather, deep deep breaths. Some call it a sigh. Mine revive me. I move on unperturbed even in the dark, I shuttle on.
Danger, threats, fear, giants roaring some lurking in my way. Yet I glide and fly up unharmed. For I must soar over all for all future me ones. In just a matter of time I will bloom into that giant tree.