They Speak  of  Trees

 

By

 

Charles Frost

 

 

They speak of trees

and how the winds blow through them.

 

They bend and even grow

to match the winds

and thus survive.

 

Sometimes the tree gives up a limb

to save the trunk.

 

But lightening kills them

and heavy rains can weaken

their grip upon mother earth.

 

Not so with I.

I am! And choose not to yield.

I am! And elect not to accommodate the shifting winds.

I am as unyielding as a petrified forest.

My soul gives me the strength of giants greater than even the Sequoahs.

 

Listen to your soul and turn a deft ear to the winds.