I hate that you've become a fad that people want to take refuge in while they can. Your name becomes as cliche as... well, as cliche as cliches get.
My sparrow. My tree. The one who pushes me to fly, but the one I always fly back to. The one who helps me find my grounding, my roots.
To some of us, you are not a bracelet to be worn and shown off for status.
I have the dinosaurs, grapes, AND a soccer ball. All you have is the heart.
((i'll take the heart))