The wind came tumbling,
down the hill where I sat.
Picking up debris which,
lay on the ground, yet,
down the hillside,
it did rapidly go,
until the grass in
the broad meadow,
began swaying and all
many trees where they stood,
buffeted by the winds and
composed of decayed wood.
Branches snapped,
while limbs fell,
the oldest tree,
was not faring well.
It's surprising how are
bodies are like trees,
for when a strong wind strikes,
it a medical disease.
Our limbs are quite fragile,
and our spirits may be weak,
for as we age, parts of our body,
looks for strength it can seek.
No matter the reason,
no matter the cause,
our life may change or worsen,
for it has many flaws.
Love you all, who are with me
on this weird ride.
My body feels strong,
when you are by my side.