like wind playing with naked trees
caressing their lean limbs
whispering about lost glories
and new creations to unfold
impatience is playing with the mind
whispering about past glories
and new creations to unfold
like the trees
our challenge is
to stand strong
leaning into the wind without breaking
without losing ourselves in glories
never to come back
nor to identify with creations
still in gestation
but not yet mature
to be delivered
in between is the present
hardly ever appreciated
in its full dimension