Winters has us prayer bent hoping for times like this to pass
The iced wind blowing like shards of glass
Cutting into our bones
Stumbling over the slightest obstacle
Like a newborn calf
Our crooked attempts at standing with infant limbs
A seemingly pointless endeavour.
Standing as shadows
Hoping on others to make us appear
Yet we lose yourself in the dark
We vanish with no roots
Standing a difficult task.
First master rising
Rising from dirt and dust
Rise we must break from what holds us down
Grow from the ground up
We are not rootless trees
We are seeds
Grow and stand we will.
No longer do we just stand like bent flowers under a harsh wind
Now we stand strong like trees that shake hands with the stars.