See It Bend and Sway...
See it bend and sway
Hear the gentle sound
A tree in all its peace
Will not leave the ground
Moved by but a breath
From a shaded sky
Willow man and Oak
In the silence cry
Where is strength in weeping?
It is ever found?
As the weeping scatters
It does not make a sound
Yet the very same
'Tis here we find the strength
With every drop of rain
Life grows in length
Were the basins dry
Life could not prevail
Were the clouds empty
There would be no veil
Strength began in weakness
Frailty birthed a king
Gather up these tears
Cherish what they bring
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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