pine trees are an amazing thing
to watch in a strong wind storm
they bend and they bend
they never seem to break

until they do

then in an instant they shatter
with a thunderous crash
far and wide their debris
leaving only a stump

a mere shadow of their long past

I wonder if this is like me
will I suddenly break?
shattering life all around?
what inspires that moment?
and what will be left behind?

these are all matters between
a pine tree
a strong wind
and me