Falling, loosing solid footing of the solid ground,
I look out of the window and see a tree.
It’s a marvelous sight to see, a rarity longing to be found.
It had a strong trunk with beautiful green leaves.
The days came and went as I would look upon it every day for inspiration.
One day I saw the leave changed to many different colors, from amber oranges to yellows and reds.
Yet it stood there with full aspirations.
I saw as the seasons took away its beauty, leaving it looking half dead.
I would pass by the window and see the tree in the mists of blizzards of snow,
The tree’s beauty was taken away and now it’s tortured by ice cold winds.
And yet it stands firm against the fury of winter that is bestowed.
It stands there unwavering, waiting for the end.
The months go by as the torture does its worst.
Until one morning, a leaf sprung out.
The days passed and more leaves appeared like a magical burst.
Tree kept its faith through the worst without any doubt.
I came to realize there is much to learn from the beautiful tree.
Just because we fall, doesn’t mean we have lost.
Like the tree when we are stripped of our beautiful achievements and successes me mustn’t flee.
Stand firm and fight through at all cost.
For the warmth of success will soon come and mend your heart that is broken.
Collect yourself and begin to spring forward and onward,
Because a fall doesn’t mean that it is the end,
But a beginning waiting to spring out.