I wish that I could be like a tree in autumn
and shed all my problems and enemies like leaves
to watch them slowly degrade and rot at my feet
serving to nourish me and make me stronger
I would love to have the tough bark of an oak
and the ability to sway in the winds
the gales failing to rip my branches of
or to tear me apart from my roots
I'd survive the winter's gusts without complaint
knowing that they will not last forever
out lasting even the strongest snow storms
waiting patiently for the thaws to begin
As the birds return with triumphant songs
I could put out flowers again for the bees
the worst of the problems is over for a time
and I have all summer to grow
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