Walking to work the other day, I spotted an old tree that captured my attention standing against the backdrop of the breaking dawn.  I couldn’t resist snapping a picture.  Later, I felt compelled to garnish the image with a few inspiring words.

The tree in Me

I stretch out my arms,
lifting them to the sky.
Even as events happen
I don’t understand why.

Aging boughs creak, groan,
swaying in an angry wind.
Hope arises in the morning
when the sun warms my limbs.