The Tree

• NeverSayGoodBye

  23 Dec 10, 01:36

  

   

  The storm is blowing hard.

  My whole being is trembling.

  My roots are shaking.

  It feels in a moment or two

  I will be gone.

   

  In times like this, says my soul,

  Be a supple tree

  That swings and sways

  With the forces of the winds.

   

  Be defenseless, be surrendered.

  Let the winds blow.

  Let your being tremble, let your roots shake.

  Just do nothing, nothing at all.

   

  Storm passes, all storms do.

  Calm comes, it always does.

  And if it does not,

  And if you fall, you fall.

   

  Let Life do its thing.