A Kind of Pass Over

A Kind of Pass Over

If I could only
always be
calm and stately
like a tree
standing strong
under the skies

so little birds
could nest in me;
and on the ground
against my trunk
those I love
would rest on me.

Here instead
I’m only me
a creature feeling
anxiety
about a storm
coming to be.

But if I was
like that strong tree
I’d simply stand
firm but free
and let the storm
pass over me

I see the tree
it stands unmoved
as if to prove
this thing to me:
if it comes
let it be

the storm will pass
the earth will calm;
and whether or no
It leaves some harm
in the afterglow
there will be peace

and as for me
in what is left
I’ll be at ease

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