The wind swept in and buckled the trees
Yet firm they stood well anchored
For life had spared them no seasons
Through drought, flood, fire, storm and calm
Formed in the past years of abundance and lack
Was a wisdom that yielded leaves and branches
Rather than hold onto everything for fear of tomorrow
Bending, surrendering and pruning to hold ground
Grieving the unimaginable losses
Waiting for the restoration of now