When times
of desperation greet me
With
tempest and with livid storm
And
violent winds wish to defeat me
And
swallow me within their swarm
I will
remember where I’m rooted
And there
with courage will abide
And though
the winds my leaves have looted
Maintain
my faith though it be tried
So let the
darkest storm clouds thunder
Let rain
and wind their havocs wreak
The world
around me wide will wonder
How I am
strong, yet seem so meek
-jwm
Of the
Poem:
Stanza: Quatrain
Stanza: Quatrain
The idea
came from a parable Arthur Schopenhauer (I think it was Schopenhauer) told
about a pine tree- the point of the parable being that pines, though they're
not the most becoming of trees, are nobler because they're less susceptible to
change unlike other, more beautiful, deciduous trees.
The reason
for the poem, unfortunately, is a tough time I'm going through (a sort of
reminder to myself to be strong) .
