you are the warmth on my face,
the breeze brushing my skin,
the cooling storm on a hot day,
the shade in the patch of woods,
the rain dripping from leaves,
you are all that brings life,
and you are all we need
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you are the warmth on my face,
the breeze brushing my skin,
the cooling storm on a hot day,
the shade in the patch of woods,
the rain dripping from leaves,
you are all that brings life,
and you are all we need
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A beautiful poem by Chimera Poetry
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It sounds crazy I know
but listen, No really listen to the trees
As they accept the storms, all weathers.
Knowing that the storms pass
Aware they must sway with the breeze
not fight it and stand against it,
but gently bend and flow
Sometimes they are whipped about looking almost beyond survival,
yet still they stay and endure
Only deciding to fight back when it’s necessary
When they are beyond anything other.
After all the peace and bending is done they whip back,
in this process, sometimes snapping a little
Even fatally
Mostly they endure, till the wind finds a new source for it’s ire
Leaving them in peace, solid and proud again
Ailsa Cawley 2015
Ailsa