Essence

ESSENCE

They stand like trees
In a fallen world
Blown but not bending
Yielding nothing
But protection,
Uprightly strong and true.

We admire them
From the shade below
In awe of their power
Within the storms
That seek to destroy
The greatest among the living.

I am yet a sapling,
Growing but weak,
Giving way to the wind
And feeling the sway
That too often results
From reality’s cold condition.

Still I am determined
To be an example
Of beauty for the forest,
Notable and awesome
For nothing but essence,
Nothing of my own design.


KDC
11/07