I feel compassion for birds,
For the wind is strong today.
I watch the tree branches bend
As they dance and sway
To some unheard melody
That only trees can hear.
The trees stand tall and proud
In the gale without fear.
Why can’t I be more like a tree
And bend with the winds in life?
Instead I get caught up in them,
And feel a load of strife.
I wish that I could stand as tall
As the oak tree out back.
Instead I want to run away.
It’s courage that I lack.
One day I’ll be as brave as trees
That bend with the wind.
I’ll learn to stay above the fray,
And accept what life sends.
I’ll learn to be as patient
As the trees that wait for Spring,
And when I see my new-found growth,
I’ll hear the angels sing.