The Cedar Tree...........~
There was the pain, sadness of events,
the dreariness of the fog, damp cold a constant.
My Grand Mother would say with a laugh don't like the weather
just wait the wind will switch it.
Sure enough, the wind would kick up
the fog would be gone,
followed by sunny blue skies.
One day my Grand Mother took me to see a special tree,
we took a long hike up a rocky slope
I think what struck hope into me
was defined by a Cedar tree, gnarled, twisted,
majestic, alone, growing out of a rock
on a cliff above a spring fed lake.
Growing, thriving in unforgiving circumstances
taking everything that nature could throw at it
yet still it lived.
Beautiful in its tenacity to survive.
I shared my Grand Mother's fascination with that tree.
I thought to myself if a seed can
find what it needs out of a rock,
I guess I can too..............and you can too~
