Small leaves are resting on the trees.
They know what means to wait like this,
And they are calm; and spring will bring
Those juices they will gladly drink.
Small leaves are sleeping in the buds.
They have no grief. And what about us?
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Learning to take things, situations, events, emotions... in stride is having the wisdom to acknowledge Nature's unchanging change of change. A well articulated poem written with insight to capture the conviction of the poet. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thanks for the feedback! I also am learning to create situations through creating my inner stream well, inspired and just true. I will visit you and that poem of yours, thanks!