Standing Tall

Have you ever felt like a tree standing in a distant field? Afraid to feel the wind break through your protective shield? Moving your weak arms cautiously in hopes that the grass around you is swaying too fast to see? When the sun awakens your dead leaves Do you wish a storm would come to bring you to your knees? Come springtime, when flowers start to grow and everything is new does the bark that holds you together peel away in the morning dew? After years of feeling alone with not a friend in sight One day a seed has blossomed and new branches have entwined. 3/7/12