Sunday, December 16, 2012

We Stand

We stand, quivering
Facing the winds
Our defense
Our branches
Flexible, spreading
Raised to the heavens.
Our hard trunks
Gnarled with age
Scarred, bent.
We bow to life's
Relentless lashing
Swiping the ground
Like Weeping Willows
Begging the gods
For mercy.
We endure
We break
We lose limbs
Yet we stand 
Come rain
We stand facing the winds