Like the Trees in Winter

Written a thousand times on my heart,
I finally sat to pen it.
I adored the slow arrival of winter
The trees seemed first to prepare.
They gave us a gallant farewell
The most beautiful undressing I’ve ever seen
I want to be like the trees in Winter
They don’t bend and bow and cry
They prepare for what inevitably lies ahead
In Fall it seemed like a show
They danced and smiled gracefully
Some stood resolute, like soldiers on a parade
Still bright and cheerful and inspiring smiles
Inspite of the truth behind the color kaleidoscope
They shed the attire of the warmer days
Photosynthesis will be virtually impossible anyway
But something profound happens
They turn inward
They’ve shed whatever may now weigh them down
As they trod this harsh cold journey alone…
You would think they were dead and done
Their arms look brown and bare
And silently I cried
One single tear rolled off my cheek
As I begged the Lord to teach me to be like the trees
You see
They not only anticipate the harsh winter
They prepare by shedding their companions of the warmer months
As they begin to focus all their energies on the inside
On surviving
On standing brave and tall comes what may
They have accepted that they cannot bare so many burdens now
They cannot provide shade for us
They cannot dance in the wind
They cannot feed the world right now
We must respire by other means
And they die to the world
And focus on living for themselves
On surviving
I bet no one ever called the trees in winter selfish
Why?
Because it’s just this time of year
Where they must do this to live again
And the world has learnt that they always come back
As soon as the sun begins to warm the earth again they slowly
Reopen their eyes
Spread their arms out wide to feel the warmth in their hearths
And that’s it
They start saving the world once again…
The beauty of this cyclic rendezvous
No questions asked
No entreaties made
No one wonders how they survived it
How they kept the faith and fought for survival
-30 degrees, with winds that make it feel like 40
Even dogs die
But no,the trees lived.
Just because they were ready
They prepared
And took the chastisement of the mean at heart
who called them selfish and ugly
They focused their energies simply on surviving
And bam! The sun rose and saluted their bravery,
Their prowess, and Will to Live
And just like that the growth begun anew
Sometimes even more endowed than before
A blessing from God himself
and that’s why,
I pray to be like the tall, experienced and ‘selfish’ trees
As I adopt their strategy for Winter.
Focusing Solely on Me.
Categories Poetry

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