yogidee

The trees wave gracefully
like angels in the wind.
Wisdom protruding from
every branch with a blossom
of good things to come.
Silent and strong they stand
ever ready to listen to
the lost soul whose storm
comes without mercy.
Like the bird it nestles up
high and safe, so it will
nestle you against its
warm embrace. Unbroken, unbeaten
Pride is the only thing
That keeps it going at times
Great losses have I endured ...