As the Wind Blows

Leaning before the wind, M. Mair, original art

Leaning Before the Wind, Margaret Mair, original art

Lonely long-standing
Life-toughened trees
Grow strongest
When they bend and bow
Their branches shaped
Into forms set flowing
By the forceful wind’s
Unrelenting choreography,
Trunk and branches
Swaying and dancing
More wildly and further
The higher they grow
Above roots held captive
In slow-spinning earth.
Tall and curved they grow,
Shaped by a force
They have no eyes to see
Nor tender soft skin
To feel the caress of,
Lifting wind-bent branches
Toward the life-giving sun
That lightens the airy sky,
Shaped by forces
Seen only in the sculpture
Their touch creates,
Curving just enough
To stay true to their nature,
To still keep reaching
Toward the heavens.
Those survive
Who bend best;
Those break
That cannot bend
And in the bending
Find a curve
That lifts them.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

2 responses to “As the Wind Blows

  1. Lovely Margaret, too true that we will all survive best who can bend.

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