A fluttering of wings
a moment of fear

I look up at the sky,
wind blown trees and wonder
do trees fear the storm as I

even when uprooted
they seem fearless
on the ground
strong and undaunted
roots broken, twisted branches
soon to be burned in a sacred fire.

Then a root springs forth
new life rises…

Do we rise from battles to grow strong

as trees, fearless of the storms
roots growing deeper
in the sacred fires of life.

@ Madeleine