Old Tree

I’m an old tree
with roots that have dug
and crept to the earth down deep.

Wind whips my branches and winter storms
taunt me to give up,
break loose, lift my trunk
and lay down in defeat.

Then sun comes out to warm my bark,
and leaves form to shade the earth,
as I bring out the music
for the summer dance.

Branches sway to the beat of autumn song,
as fluttering colors break free,
then swirl to a blanket of hue
on ground soon covered in snow.

Crisp dark nights of winter
bring stars shining brilliant
with a sliver of moon.

I find great hope within that.

For I know
in the not too distant future
rain will fall
surrounded by
thunder claps
and through the break
of lightning
a rainbow of faith
will paint the sky.