Can You Really Bloom in Darkness

I often was kept in the darkness while fighting to bloom

The sun shined down upon me from the heavens in the sky

I felt the warmth of the creators love and knew I would be blessed

My roots grew deep

But my wisdom can only be seen by others after I've been cut down

My branches break and my leaves wither away

Am I any good to anyone if I fall and hit the ground

I am full of moss and dampness as I lay upon the dirt

I continue to breathe as I'm embraced by mother earth