I STAND LIKE A TREE
Winds may blow violently at times,
Others, gently whispering cool secrets.
The deluge of the day wears away,
Digging deep around my roots.
My roots hold on. My trunk is solid,
strong, and determined. My skin protects.
The night approaches slowly
Silently like a hunting lion.
Chilled to the core, everything is darkened,
Some find fear here.
I sleep soundly. Dreaming of the light
And the life it helps me make.
Smoke fills the air. Fires burn below.
There is trouble brewing;
From time to time, panic sets in.
The clouds gather and the shadows lurk.
I stand like a tree because I am me.
And that is all I need to be.john arsenault May 2007.
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