My strength?

Well, I think of it

as sap from my

maple tree.

Somehow, someway,

my maple tree always

gives me sap.

I find my strength

and form it and

make it what it has

to be,

make it do what it had

to do.

Much like the process of turning

sap to syrup.

I have so many maple trees,

all giving me sap.

So many people, things,

all giving me strength.

So my strength is my sap,

my friends, enemies, the world,

my maple tree.