Laurel LeavesA Poem by Richard WilliamsStrength in survival.A young and slender maple tree sprouts from the leafy ground; a larger tree that lost its grip now bends the maple down. No longer does it face the sun nor eye the night with pride; it arches back into the earth and stretches out its side. The little tree was in the way when time allowed the fall; the top is pinned by larger wood, no longer straight and tall. The tree, however, summons life: what's down is dry and dead; a little tree beset with strife lives on and bows its head. © 2013 Richard WilliamsReviews
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