A patched quilt
To guard earths bare body
Lays unmoved
Upon an autumn forest floor.
Night falls,
As do the leaves,
But still those yellow patches
Stay tethered.
Weeks go by
And there they stay,
Fluttering every evening,
Casting a shadow on the snow.
The wind
Breaks branches,
Clouds deprive them
Of there health,
Little Bugs
Get under there bark,
And ice may try
To tear them apart.
The winter could crack them,
But they will survive,
Prosper, and grow,
During the next spring
Be strong
Like the beach trees daughter,
Don’t let the cold winter
Keep you from succeeding.
Learn from their shadows,
Though jagged in twilight
There teeth makes a smile
During the day.
Grow with its trunk,
You may not be the tallest
But your individual leaves
Will out shine the rest.
Look to the wind my child,
It may burn at first
But will bring spring,
And your beautiful, new buds.
