Strong Enough to Bend

It was not very stately standing all alone, A small tree full of pinnate foliage, Had no appearance of being strong, Looked rigid, this songbird and squirrel village. Thought how vulnerable and helpless it looked, All by itself out there on the lawn, The trunk of the tree had a severe crook, Yet, it had stood and survived numerous storms. Once again heavy and stormy clouds rolled in, Wind speeds soared at a massive rate, Unbridled fury twisted each limb, Without doubt, it would snap and death would be its fate. The howling wind swelled with extreme deadly force, Power only Mother Nature brings, But defeat it refused to endorse, For this submissive tree was strong enough to bend. When the storm passed and the sun was shining bright, The tree was straight though some broke in the wind, Thought about our humanness in this light, In hardships, the rigid snap; just the strong can bend. My life should be like that tree, Able to endure life’s harsh winds, How much better it would be, If I was strong enough to bend.