The Wind is strong today, constant and rising in gusts.
You feel it, you hear it.
That rustling, hissing sound of leaves, resisting and shaking as they tremble in the blasts.
The trees swaying trying hard themselves to resist.
Their violent moves displaying their resolve.
To stand firm, stand strong, against the unseen force.
The sudden crack of severed limb and then its crash to the ground, bring with it a message.
There is always weakness to be found if allowed to be exploited.
The grasses move quickly in the wind.
The shadows of the trees dancing over them wildly.
Light to dark, shade to brightness.
Dry leaves scattering, tumbling, driven, as the fall.
In the assault the grasses bend and twist before returning to their stand.
Their seed heads heave with the next new life.
Stalks curving over, heavy and weighted.
But still they return unfazed by their burden.
Upright, before the wind returns in its onslaught.
The trees, the grasses, the wind.
The wind with the will to move things, to challenge.
The trees to stand with strength when it is called,
understanding sacrifices sometimes are required, but only willingly if needed.
The grasses realising that to endure, may need flexibility to be ongoing.
All have their purpose in mind, the goals to achieve.
Each differently really doing the same.
To be what they are.
And just to be!
(Copyright 2021 Kevin Palmer, all rights reserved)