I edit and rewrote this poem. Originally not mine but from an old friend. A stranger; now…Â I suppose. The reason why I rewrote this, because it is very beautiful and that person used to mean a lot to me. Still do in a way… but its difficult.. Hope you guys like it.
My hands Shaking like a winter leaf clinging
to the tree against the frost-bitten
Howling wind
My legs buckle as if I am atlas holding the sky
Against this I cannot win It binds me
I am a redwood tree I cannot be moved
But If the skies will allow the wind to whisper
I will sway to its voice
If it howls I break For it is my law
Will this cease
Am I to be a flake of snow drifting on the cold wind
Cold and distant to the world
How long till I melt
Will the spring winds thaw me or
Will the groundhog see its shadow
Will I be sucked into the raining sky or
The bone dry earth
If summer winds fail to fly
What will happen next
Will I wait for the winds
To once again beckon
Me into its flowing embrace
Will I sing a song to last my time on earth
To catch the wind and keep it is impossible
But it can direct my course
For good or bad I do not know
But I will be there with the wind
And time shall never hinder