In the midst of survivors
I feel like a leaf on a magnificent tree that sheds its leaves each year
~ brilliant leaves shorn by wild winds,
crumpling underfoot with each passerby,
soaked and moulding through cold rain or snow,
cycling through seasons flowing through time
and yet
it is not the leaves that survive
but the very tree or shrub that creates them
branching out over sidewalks and roads
standing tall in the wildest of winds
sheltering all of the lives in and around them
standing alone or within community
roots running deep tapping into the earth or
spreading and mingling with others below the earth
focusing each moment on each seed planted.
“It’s not the strongest or most intelligent who will survive
but those who can best manage change.
~ Leon C. Megginson
Author's note: Edited February 18, 2024
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