You swayed
side to side
as the wind individually slapped each of your leaves.

Were my thoughts running a marathon
or was this a real battle between
the unseen and the seen?

Did your roots cling
to the
earth as the invisible destructive
fought to clear your family?

Had you seen it
with a prophetic eye
and ventured deeper
with firmness into
mama earth?

Did you grow tall
to be an unlit beacon to all
that no unseen force could
destruct you if you stood tall and firm?

Or did you bow for the maker in praise and gratitude that all weapons could form but none could prosper?


Art Credit:

Micheal Vincent Manalo