Triumph amidst storms of life

When I was young

Poetry was fun!

Rhyming was a game;

Dr. Seuss is to blame.

Creativity brought new words along

and expression grew by song.

 

But although it was my favorite literary style,

I hadn't found the deep meaning in poetry.

 

Then one day a trusted friend shared a great analogy.

He and I both understood that life is hard sometimes.

The pain doesn't show through normal terminology.

But our souls grow in grief to harmonize as windchimes.

 

My friend and I think of trees amidst a storm.

Battered and blown with no apology.

Those trees grow and adapt into a stronger form.

A beautiful feat accomplished by biology.

 

And you and I and my friend dear

may remember when winds of life are fierce

to use these times to grow in strength

and joyfully sing the song of triumph

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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