Me and the Tree
I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.
My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully.
At times my hearts feels like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.
With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.
Copyright © Stepheney Hernandez | Year Posted 2011
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