The Strength of Trees

Looking past the canopy…

Grant me the strength of trees, that my feet remain rooted, even as my hands reach past shade to the sun…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may face storm-clouds with gentle thoughts of nourishing rain…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may take comfort in the solidity of the teak I am made of…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may observe time as concentric rings of wisdom-in-experience…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may take pride and solace in my crown, which weighs light with leaves of hard work, imagination and achievement…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may encounter, though not enmesh with, canopies as verdant and untrammelled as my own…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may dream of spring flowers after a great storm…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may sing in the language of rustling leaves…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may find stillness in the being…

Grant me the strength of trees, that I may grow and keep growing, / though life cycles on, and the grey is past showing; / when love yields regret, and regret begets knowing; / and all that will come remains yet unknown…

Grant me the strength to stand fast on my own.

About Kennie Ting

I am a wandering cityophile and pattern-finder who is pathologically incapable of staying in one place for any long period of time. When I do, I see the place from different perspectives, obsessive-compulsively.
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