As I sit Amongst the trees I am reminded that Some of us are evergreen, Our outer layers Seemingly unchanged Through harsh winter's bite. Others are deciduous... When the seasons change And conditions are Less than favourable, We feel it, We shed our withered leaves, We fade and fall back. And what remains is Laid bare and exposed, So vulnerable Yet, perhaps, a quiet dignity abides. In times of darkness, We deciduous folk, We focus down to our roots. We conserve what energy we have Ready to emerge with new growth When we feel the first light of spring. What a shock It must be To learn that one is deciduous, Having rested with the laurels, (so hardy!) To see the pines and holly without folly. To feel autumn, As leaves leave, And winter As if all is lost. And then relief! To know That one can endure the seasons, This time, at least! Each year a wisdom and a confidence, grows... This too will pass. Those old oaks Told me it would be so. It was hard to hear them, But when I really listened, Deep down in my roots, I knew my place Amongst the trees. By Peter Morgan Tags: Resilience, impermanence, letting go |
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