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