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A fall morning ride presents an interesting ride;
Looking out into the roadside forest palisade,
Eyes fall upon two age-old stoic trees still clothed
In their branches’ illuminatingly waving green leaves.
Like un-blindfolded statues of liberty, they defiantly stand;
As if easel-like saying, “fall comes, but wielded we will not fall.
Albeit this beautiful defiant first-site palisade canvassing,
It’s then noticed that between these two, there bravely stood
A thin naked, seemingly non-barked, skinny branched, hued tree.
Her appearance was as if the wind should blow, poor she and
Her branches would eventually become little fire-bit-chips:-
Yet, just as defiantly, there she and her bowing braches stood.
Once again, nature allegorically canvases what must ever be
The defiant survival spirit of the “have-nots” in the midst
Of the “haves” in the seasonal challenges of daily life:
No matter what may be the oppressive times we must bare;
Hope is of the cross of crucifixion and the resurrection thereof,
Thus must we stand likewise perpendicular in undying faith thereof:-
With this allegorical canvassing of nature’s divine wisdom and guidance,
I continue on my drive to my precious labor of love—teaching the children.
Beseechingly, I ask God for traveling graces that I may arrive safe and sound;
Free from harm, free from causing harm, and freely preventing harm.
Likewise, I gave God the praises and thanks for another day above ground
To be in the nature His service, by being in and of service to my fellow beings:-
P.S.: Yes, the hurricanes have come and gone, leaving collateral damages;
Yet, we’re still here to get on with moving on like the damaging tides that were,
But let us be forever aware that our recovery tides froth upon our faithful shores.
