Surrender

Were the ways one  so strange 

To combat the violent gale

With bent knees , drooping shoulders

Before the violent storms 

Relinquishing all the longings 

 the leaves fluttering away

To be carried away 

To a place called beautiful anywhere 

The freedom so strange 

Of the boughs bending low

That let itself humbly

Would aide the storm pass over

Friday Writings #175: Stormy Weather