I am The Tree

Slow and steady,

I calm my mind,

Like the tree, I hold myself strong,

Like the branches, I feel the wind sway my leaves,

I shiver, as a tickle sends chills up my spine,

I look down, to see little soldiers making their way up my bark,

I wince, as a drop of water clouds my vision,

I look up, to see the clouds shedding tears from above.

The ants march on, but I stand tall,

The rain may fall,

But my flowers do not wilt.

Today I am the tree,

Today I withstand it all.

~Feathertales