Take a look at the oak trees
In the park standing tall
Like a tower of resilience
Despite the leaves that fall.
Stripping them back to their
Fraught frames, all naked
And on display. like us they
Dress for the season. it will soon be spring again. but you and i were not designed
To be evergreens i guess
That it's time to long for
April to come. am i willing
To wait here again? although
I'm hungry and i'm tired and
All the bridges i made on the
Way are quickly turning into
Fires and as the embers are
Growing and no phoenix emerge
I guess another set back is
Another lesson learnt.
Let's strip it back to the bare bones,
Though not a matter of choice,
There's still something of worth
In just an acoustic and a voice.
As the new shoots start growing
At the start of the year,
The tree is ready to deliver
Despite inital years