We sway like sea tides and trees.
Moving in the breeze–
Our boughs break
Because sometimes we have to go against the wake
But new branches will grow in time
And the sun will always shine
Remember, the cold rain will sometimes fall,
But rooted deep like old growth trees, we stand tall.
When the waters get rough and the light begins to fade,
We can ride out each passing wave–
Knowing that every swell we conquer more,
Brings us one league closer to the shore
Those branches, in the fight, we lose,
We can later use–
For when they fall into the churning blue,
They become the driftwood that gets us through.
Waves will throw us off course, but take note:
Those waves are also what keeps the ship afloat.
The whipping wind directs our sails
And against the black night, are the star’s bright trails.
Those storms must come to refresh our soil.
When the clouds part, it is the beautiful contrast to the toil.
That contrast teaches us the value of both sides,
It shows us the importance of a trees’ growing branches & the seas’ changing tides.