Things have their roots and branches. Affairs have their beginnings and their ends.

Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?

Beginnings do not divulge their ends,

We are destined to be roots, trunks, branches, and wings. When flying is out of reach, we are two hands of dirt closer to infinity.

Roots can live without branches, although truncated; branches cannot live without roots.

I like to tell stories that have beginnings, middles and ends.