Nature of Recovery: A Short Poem About Recovery
art & poetry by Brian Loewer
A poem about Recovery
The tree has withered,
its fruitful seasons done.
Dying in the storms,
every leaf strove to hang on.
It wanted to stay sturdy,
but nature's much too strong.
Wanting to keep lively,
but nature seemed so wrong.
It grew it's roots deep,
trying to hold tight,
searching for foundation,
finding strength to fight.
The season left it fearful,
because the autumn leaves are gone.
A tree that was so fruitful
awaits for healing to respond.
© 2012 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.
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