a tree with no roots.
What you see above is tall and proud and beautiful,
Yet one strong wind could topple me,
One storm strip away all my leaves
and leave me vulnerable and bare, and yet.....
I open my mouth to sing,
I turn my face upwards and breathe deeply.
And gently from a place deep within, a sound unlike any other comes fourth.
The trees around me gather close and offer their protection while my roots grow deeper, reaching for the living water and nutrients that will help me to grow again.
And soon, before you know, I will be standing tall again.
Do not write me off because right now I am bare.
Because soon,very soon, I will be strong.
Photo by Christine Cook
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