You stand tall
even now
Though all your leaves have fallen
The cold, harsh, dry winds
And relentless rain
Have stripped you
of your leaves
and branches
Leaving you looking battered, rather bare.
Albeit
Your roots hold you firmly within
And you still keep the ground underneath
together.
A change of season
Spring
A new wind,
Rays of the sun shining through those clouds
Sprout new leaves on you
of joy
of hope
and a freshness
That makes you look whole again
(which you always were).
And so the story goes
We see it all the time
And everywhere…
She walks the road looking for a place to hide
Her inner peace
lost in a quagmire of thoughts
Dead and stunted she appears
Not a smile, no cheer
The fire within seemingly been off for a while
Something just keeps her going though, no flow
She walks tall through shattered hopes
And unstoppable gales of thoughts that blow
She completes the family
(Oh her warmth, the fire)
With her quiet presence
(that we most love and desire).
A few months later , however,
The season, it changes
The spring is back in that gait
And the wind in that hair
Her smiles are lighting up many hearts now
Emerging from somewhere deep inside
A thousand glowing suns shine within her
She has now found herself (through the time-tide).
And is now being
Who she was meant to be
The winds of change have stirred
The air, the water and her fire.
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