The Trees

The trees The trees are turning bright hues, Oranges, reds, and yellows… Changing seasons, things are new, Transitions of loss and growth… The trees embrace the cooler feel, Understanding, it’s the process… Not trying to hang on, make a deal, Knowing, that, the change is best… Even, through, cold lonely winters, They maintain, and wait for the spring… Then, the birds and animals stir, Welcoming spring’s cleansing rain… We need to be like the trees, Strong and resilient through the changes… No more compromising or pleas, Don’t hold on, when it rearranges… Then, spring will come, after the cold, Love, will once again, sprout forth… And, the pain inside, will fold, Just hold on and know your worth. J.E.