Saturday, March 3, 2012

Bend not break.

Wind,
it whips,
whirls,
swirls.
Trees
tremble.
Evergreen
she hurls
her needles
flying through
the air.
She bends
but does not
break.
I would be
Like the
evergreen,
though surrounded
by howling winds,
I would rather
bend,
not break.

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