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Even Nature Succeeds At Overcoming Depression.

Updated on April 17, 2010

Mid-Winter, bitter cold,

wood stove blazing

and begging to hold

more logs that lay

knee deep in

the snow that day.


So I bundled up warm

and faced the storm

long enough to

place an old sled

over a flower bed

by my house.


Then I moved several

pieces of timber

at a time,

to the top of the sled

stacking them almost

as high as my head,

and making it easier to fetch

the fuel to warm my bones


Covered in a tarp

they weathered the winter

sheltered and dry

as the season passed by.


Up until mid -April

when much to my dismay

on a warm spring day

I noted that there were

tulips and daffodils

in a lovely array

all along my house

except near the sleigh.


Like a rescue team

frantically working to

uncover an avalanche

I carefully removed

each log and thick branch

and put them back

where they were before.


Not truly knowing

what was in store

beneath their

oppressive weight

for those flowers

that could not pollinate

and lay in wait

in the dark shadows

of long dead trees.


Much to my delight

when the last

log was cleared

and the sled set upright

there each flower appeared

in palest shades of green

bent like old

men and women

after a long

inhospitable stay

in a dark

depressing place.


With only about six inches

of growing room

they stretched from

their man-made tomb,

Malnourished tendrils

of milky green

unlike anything

I've ever seen

reached to the sky above

through the

slats of the sled

in nature's labor of love.


Two days later

they began to bloom

freed from the gloom,

into some of the heartiest

tulips and daffodils

that ever burst forth.


Bright yellows and greens

marking a peaceful scene

from what was a

wooden sarcophagus.


There is a

lesson to learned

from this simple

act of endurance.


No matter how

hard we've yearned

to free ourselves

of depression

under the weight of

things over which

we have no power.

If we persevere

eventually a

path will clear

and we can lift

our weary heads

and let the sun

bathe our face.


Much like this

embattled flower bed,

We will begin to

grow once more

back to a place

that offers more

than just darkness

and despair.


Soon enough they

will wither and die,

leaving offspring buried

deep in the womb

of Mother Earth

but come next

spring they will rise

in a glorious rebirth.


If we can but

simply maintain

our basic needs

when all the

world around us

fails to heed

the sorrows we bear.


Eventually chance

or happenstance

will free our soul

from what has

far too long

taken control

and we will

regain the colors

that we cherished so much

before the darkness


our imprisoned lives.


Or we can stretch

our weary arms

to someone who has

experience in uncovering

our flawed existence,

a caring physician

who will help

lift off the weight

the wait that

keeps us down.




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    • Poohgranma profile image

      Poohgranma 7 years ago from On the edge

      Something lifted as I read this and the corners of my mouth turned up in a smile. You are two for two with me today on making my world brighter! TY

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      itakins 7 years ago from Irl

      Truly wonderful poem.

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      Debarshi Dutta 7 years ago from Calcutta

      You are a genius. Let me say, In his time, there was Jesus who did what he could for his fellows

      In our times there is MFB III who has a heart of gold and does what is possible, with the most amazing poetry, which only he can pen down in such beautiful verse.

      He is such an inspiring personality.

      No exaggeration.

      This one was such a beautiful one! And could have been written only by MFB III.

      This poem itself takes off the weight.Reading this poem itself lifts ones spirits.

      Thank You Genius!

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      cosette 7 years ago

      omgsh you made me cry with this one ;_;

      i think that is why i love gardening so much, witnessing all that rebirth and renewal, and sleep, even. Nature provides so many metaphors and analogies, and she is also very prolific. bless you...

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      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      I don't know if it's just me or you seem to be getting better with your poetry. Cheers.

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      Susan Ream 7 years ago from Michigan

      Loved the analogy of the flowers covered from the sunshine and the depression we can experience when covered from the sunshine. The picture of HOPE comes through loud and clear and your words ... so beautiful! Thanks dear man

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      Missi Darnell 7 years ago from Southern California

      MFBIII you write such beautiful poetry.