I envy the trees that stand tall during bad weather
Holding sturdy to their roots that will not surrender
I feel like a fragile person
I feel a sludgy guilt when I make a sudden noise
I feel like the brush of the wind might end me
I feel caught up in a river of today and I can not even see the other side
I am strong enough to admit that I do not have all my answers
But lessons are learned after each tiny disaster