The wind is moving through the trees,
Pushing against each leaf and branch,
Meeting no resistance.
Mother Nature teaches us,
To bend,
No grass, flower or stem,
Holds itself rigid.
When we let go,
We understand,
Whatever comes our way,
Is a blessing.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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