Faith in Time

2/20/17

Sometimes I can't help those bombarding incessant thoughts and wonder if 

its all even worth it.

I take a break, I step outside to feel the touch 

of fresh air caressing my skin.

I sit, I breathe in, I breathe out and I ponder 

the leafless tree in front of me.

I wonder, does it hurt the tree when the leaves 

begin to take their leave?

Does it know when the leaves are about to 

fall into the breathes of air?

If so, does it try any thing 

to help them from falling 

away or has it tried and tried

time after time and knows 

there's not a thing he can do but watch?

Does it feel lonely when 

the leaves are all gone?

Does it feel the forbidding, 

numbing-cold of late 

winter, early spring 

when the blanket

which kept it warm is no more?

Does it cry in solitude 

when no one or no thing is around 

because it feels so alone

despite the occasional visits 

of birds whom come to keep it company?

Do the birds feel its loneliness and come 

in flocks in attempts to cheer it up

through these cold, windy, tremorous times?

Does the tree know 

everything will be alright?

Does it know soon enough 

its friends will grow back 

and keep him company

when the season 

is just right?

Does it know this happens 

on a regular basis and everything 

is just fine, just 

 as it should be?

Has it gotten used to the feeling 

of loss and simply holds his ground 

because somehow, somewhere deep 

inside he knows this is only momentarily?

Since this happens on a year 

to year basis 

does he know 

when its time to say goodbye?

Or is it that every time 

this happens its as painful 

as the first?