Wednesday, November 29, 2006
THE WINDS ARE AT PLAY..
It is a cold windy day
I hear the rustle of the leaves
And the sound of the winds.
I look out of my window
I see the tall trees swaying in the breeze
Trying to resist the mighty wind.
But the winds are at play.
There are moments of calm
When the trees try to stand straight.
Before another gust of wind.
sweeps them down.
Sometimes I feel like these trees
Feeble at times, yet
Trying to stand tall and resist whatever
Ails me and be strong.