Promise me. When you gather all the sticks and stones that others left behind, not wanting to help you, put the pieces together. Promise me. That you'll build a nest high enough in the trees to touch the sky to grab the stars. Promise me. that you won't stop loving others or yourself. And when you sit in the nest built from pieces of this earth that you made beautiful... Promise me. that you'll tell God thank you for allowing you to see past the mess. Promise me. That you'll learn to inspire yourself.