527. Like A Tree In Autumn

I wish that I could be like a tree in autumn and shed all my problems and enemies like leaves to watch them slowly degrade and rot at my feet serving to nourish me and make me stronger I would love to have the tough bark of an oak and the ability to sway in the winds the gales failing to rip my branches of or to tear me apart from my roots I'd survive the winter's gusts without complaint knowing that they will not last forever out lasting even the strongest snow storms waiting patiently for the thaws to begin As the birds return with triumphant songs I could put out flowers again for the bees the worst of the problems is over for a time and I have all summer to grow