Seasons of Change

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.