In the late afternoon, a storm moved in.
The trees, busy unfolding new leaves,
were unafraid, having seen storms before.
They knew what to do: Stand strong;
bend, unresisting, with the blows.
And when the storm has passed,
honor what has fallen with your reverence
and love, even though you mourn your loss.
Then stand, and let the sun warm you.
Continue unfolding your leaves.