The Hope Of Spring

A disturbed and agitated day takes me away from my happy self I struggle to hold on to grounds as time gradually gnaws and cuts through every thing that I hold dear. Restless I watch with envy the trees standing tall Its branches swaying in raging storm Merciless rain pelting the shivering leaves The tree lost millions of leaves in this fierce violent storm The leaves that gave it beauty and grace Bereaved now, it weathers the winter chill alone There lies in its soul the hope of spring To fill its lap with new gifts It bears the pain and joy of parting and receiving again and again Holding in it bosom experiences of many life cycles I sit in silence to seek strength and forbearance from that naked tree The thundering storm lights the luminous path of joy back to myself. Grief melts to flow away from heart Like leaves flowing away with rainwater There reigns peace and calm again.