“Standing
Resolute.
Enduring.
Under the savage beating of a midday sun.
Yearning for sustenance.
Braving waves that dare us to break and get swept away into the cold abandon.
Being fed upon by the needs of passersby.
I aspire to be as gracefully benevolent.
You never waver, bend or falter under the weight imposed upon you by others;
Those who need to rest upon your fragile, scant leaves.
You exude purpose and hope with an admirable will and a formidable strength against forces that could tear you asunder.
A forceful breeze catching you at a pivotal and unsuspecting moment could topple you.
Yet, you don’t just remain or prevail… you rise!
Reflected off the mirrored surface of the still water, mighty trees covered in considerable foliage with sturdy branches that
span wide enough to comfortably support many weary travelers desperately seeking a respite could make others feel deprived.
But not you, poetic tree. Your worth in this world is in each life, every soul who sat upon your frail branch and
found support, comfort, acceptance and the ability to muster their own strength to go on.
This profundity, our coinciding existence – as brief as my singular gaze;
Yet, if not for our moment alone together, there’d be no poetry.”