I wrote this poem to remind myself that we never know what the future is going to bring, nor we do know the challenges of others. Let us face 2017 together with the bravery with which we have faced so many things and God bless you all.
I wonder if the bare branched trees of winter
envy the evergreens
if they forget or simply wistfully remember
the verdant summers of the past
viewing them as long gone glory days.
Do they chaff at the unfairness of their unchanged neighbors?
Reaching to heaven with naked branches, no place to hide
while others green and growing seemingly thrive?
They do not know, of course, and none of us do
that another glorious spring is already forming
in the deep dark damp earth that houses their roots.