Dignity in Storm
The Poplar, so statuesque
reaching for the sky,
in its richness and elegance;
Fearlessly risking a great fall.
The spruce, so mighty,
more yielding in its strength;
Dancing its wild dance,
in rhythm with the wind.
Beautiful are the Birches
gracefully bending down,
Letting storm and gusts pass;
With ease rising up again.
Sacred are they all
in their acceptance and grace;
I see them as part of us
and we of them.
Opening our minds and hearts
we give the trees;
Recognition of their own selves,
their sacredness and dignity.
As they give the same to us.
© miriam ivarson
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