Wednesday, October 10, 2012

If I were a Tree

If I were a tree
My roots would remain strong,
Even as the harsh winter
Blew upon me,
Even as my branches shuttered
Under icy shards of wicked wind,
Still my roots are deep
And my branches reach up for the sky.

And when this cold wind is no more,
My buds will open
To share my beauty with the world,
Delicate first leaves,
Magnificent pastel blossoms,
And when at last the harvest comes,
The fruits of my labours
Hang heavy on my branches.

Just a little water,
And a little sun.
With these strong roots
All life's trials
Cannot be too much to bear.
I'll extend more twigs into the air
And carry on.

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