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
