In life’s seasons of low,
I shall still continue to glow.
Each season I shall shed it all,
until there is nothing for the wind to blow.
And the next season again I shall grow and grow,
until I reach my sky, still grounded to the earth I owe.
If the storm comes for me, I will sway all sides and gracefully bow !
In all seasons I’ll stand spine straight and I shall hold the show.
Every single moment, I shall go with the flow !
Background: This picture is from my road trip of Himachal, of a place called Barot.
This poem was inspired by the tree in this picture.
Lovely pic!