i told the trees a secret
still lush from summer
still green with naivete
you will break apart again
just like every fall
just until you think you’ll die
but when the last of winter ebbs
you’ll be standing
your arms raised high and bare in victory
so don’t be afraid of change
like the cowards are,
like the ones afraid to fly.
Love this poem! It paints such a vivid picture in my mind especially since we are deep into Autumn. The forest is going to sleep.
This is beautiful!