Friday, August 3, 2012

Equanimity

A tree will yield: 
Its branches bend
to drape cool leaves
and comfort lend. 
A tree will bow
to mighty winds;
no scourge of pride
its deference dims. 
It does what it must,
and it holds its peace
'midst the weak and the strong,
the greatest and least.

2 comments:

patience and the prodigal said...

"It does what it must,
and holds its peace"
Would that we were all like this!

Fatalistic, in the most positive sense.
"A tree will yield",but never-vines,
Life's motto in a dozen lines.
Excellent, excellent.

Turquoise said...

Thank you, my friend.

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