TREES THAT BEND NEVER BREAK

At the heart of the hilltop -
newly draped in night's cold,
stands a tree whose bared branches -
are now weathered yet bold.
Through the wages of trials,
through the wind, and soon snow -
shall the tree keep on standing,
even though harsh winds groan.
It will bend all the branches -
drag each one to the ground.
It will force shrill cries from them,
as it blasts through in howls.
But that tree will keep standing.
Hell cannot knock it down.
It will rise from near ashes -
Standing plush, tall, and proud.
Let the floods try to drown it -
Oh those floods - how they try..
But a force field enshrouds it -
rising up to the skies.
Let all eyes who will see this -
stare and learn from its faith,
for the tree knows what we should -
Trees that bend, never break...

Reviews

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A lovely poem, Misty.

Certainly a metaphor itself for those of us who have endured through many trials and sufferings.

Despite all that nature and humanity can throw at this tree, it will still stand proud and tall in the face of the onslaughts. Just as we do.

A very thoughtful piece. One exuding quiet strength and a firm moral compass.

[M. L. F.]

Thank you Doodley :) Glad to see you liked the tone and message here. Yes, it is true. I have learned to expect treacherous bends in the road and that the key to not breaking is to always bend. Only when we are rigid, do we break. :)

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i love the idea behind it all and the choice of words

so well done

I'm new on here, and it would be such an honour if you can review some of my poems as well!

[Jacob Clifford]

Great message. Life will beat us bloody, but if we get back up, we'll be stronger than ever. There's a lot of strength behind your words.

[M. L. F.]

Thank you so much Clifford.. You are exactly on the nose here.. It is indeed the way we rise that defines us! ;) Thank you for reading and reviewing this.. I always like hearing your take.. :)