A crystallized limb hangs low on a barren tree
Yet the moonlight reflects a glow of beauty.
The ever present wind now becomes the enemy.
The limb cries of itself not to waken or to become anxious
Yet the challenge itself seems unjust.
How can one so fragile withstand such opposition?
I must hold on to hope
For the darkness will pass
And the morning sun will provide me strength!
Be patient, and the clouds will make way to a new tomorrow.
The limb continues to sway
Only now notices the warmth of its enemy…
Its weight has lessened.
Its spirit never broke
And the limb hang high again
Against the sunlight
Reflecting a glow of beauty!! …