a tree's hope

it is the ray of sun inbetween the leaves of a tree that give it hope he can make it pass winter 

it is never his rutes, that hold him tight

never allowing him to jiggle, to mistreat his spine, or to crumble back into the ground 

not his rutes that keep him straight. 

it is never his many years expertise as a tree 

not even the moment he showed his crown to the earth and sky and squirrels and birds were amazed. 

still

it is always the sun in mid autoumn that gives him hope. 

As a whisper in the ear of an old tree 

you will make it this year as well my old friend and I will watch from a far.