There is a calm after the storm
With rumblings still aflutter below
I nearly died but am not reborn
Yet free from the fetter of arrow
Tiny seedling a'grow with the new morn sun
Hope tickling the leaflets askew
Like the light wind when the day is done
Basking in the promise of pink clouds and blue
Like the network of integrated redwoods
This shoot in not alone
Interlocking arms with eyes that understood
There is a brotherhood of siblings fully grown
But one cannot forget
The damage of that monsoon
Muddied and soaking wet
Wailing in the wind, crazy as a loon
Broken in so many places
Shamed and brought to knees
But made strong in the fractures and braces
Storied like the rings of the tree
This sap will prove worthy
Of this gift of survival
Now made whole and thirsty
Beaming in this grand arrival.
