Bare now, bodies brown and skin-thin, <br />Limbs outspread, shaking in the cold, <br />Arms flung awry, trees sigh within, <br />And nakedly stand, looking old. <br /> <br />Yet, branching out towards relief <br />Sense spring afar as poised they wait <br />Bearing rough times, in the belief <br />That trees, in retreat stand fated <br />To re-leaf again. They store sweet <br />Rewards in roots, to impregnate <br />Dormant buds, daily, if needed. <br />Such revival trees contemplate. <br /> <br />Unclad they live, but still they thrive. <br />As a tree so are we, both claim <br />To hold on, and, by staying alive <br />Both will survive to blossom again.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staying-alive-now/
