The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds,
A battle centuries old which always brings delight.
On this May morning, I sit quietly on the porch,
Admiring nature’s waltz in the shimmering light.
It speaks of a force that’s invisible to our eyes,
One that causes the trees to continue to stand
Through the storms of life, albeit bent over,
For God has the whole world in His hands.
We, like those trees, with our lofty dreams,
Sought to touch the clouds as we’ve toiled.
Thanks to God, like our weather-beaten friends,
We may be bent, but we are not destroyed.
Written for the Saturday Mix, Unique Personality, from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds. Fandango prompt is Battle. Ragtag prompt is May. Word of the Day is Delight. Your Daily Prompt is Force.