You can stand in your ground
with roots that grasp to
all that matters
and holds you in place.
You can reach for the light and
blossom in its glow.
You bloom and grow,
bloom and grow –
shedding what is no longer needed,
in the appropriate season.
Other beings are attracted to you…
they sense your peace.
Its good to allow them
to hug you,
and be in your presence.
For sharing the strength and life
of your core
brings healing –
and releases the knots of
tension and contraction which cause
unnecessary twisting.
As the winds and storms arrive,
remember who you are.
You are not the weather.
You are a tree.
You observe.
You lend air.
You stand tall and alert, and
your stillness blesses.
Copyright © Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Wonderful metaphor. So true!
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I love trees. Thanks!
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