The Tree

The Tree A tree stands tall, in the forest is blended I sit and admire it's strength, simply splendid For each of us has had time to take heed Time to be fruitful, give, and time to need The wind picks up I hear it call in a distance It's the path I once chose, the one with the most resistance Oh woe, to my life of trouble and despair indeed... as the wind redundantly shakes the branch with one last plead Storms come and the rain soaks into the ground The lightning, the memories flash all around Like a breath, in an instant the calm sets the atmosphere Don't look at the storm, what was look at what has appeared Some of the branches are left weakly unattached It's the part to let go, the part of the past The sunlight now shines on the tree, it drinks the rain Ready to grow, flourish and blossom; remembering no pain