trees

like trees they bend
in the wind, they live
through the seasons
of frost and cold, and
sometimes the worst
happens, and lightning
strikes, bringing them
to their knees, or rot
seeps in from under,
life's undertow taking
out the roots from below
causing a riff between
you, but friends are not
easily found, even
the strong ones, they
need tending, they need
their branches pulled,
their leaves raked
and listened to. don't let
these precious trees go
down, prune them, climb
them, love them in all
seasons of your life and
theirs, let their shade
cool you when it's hot,
and warm you when you
need a fire, do it now,
for this is brief.