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
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