To Be like the Trees

Thu, 12/29/2016 - 14:12 -- Destcop

Here I am, sitting at this lunch table

Looking around, everything seems in its perfect place.

Yet, when I look deeper I know it’s not that simple, or stable.

Each person, all of them with a hurricane inside but an unchanged face.

 

It tares me apart,

Knowing that those all around me

Have a terror in their hearts

That I can’t do a damn thing about, except, be.

 

Then I look at the trees again

And realize how they do just that.

Regardless of the season, they are present and sustain.

No needs for wise words or chit chat.

 

I aspire to be like the trees.

That strong beautiful existence found almost everywhere, putting everything at ease.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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