Worship

City sidewalks crack under the pressure
While the tree’s branches strain towards the heavens
Winds coming so strong they’re hard to measure
Branches lay flat to the ground and blend in

Leaves explodes the intent of the wind
Each leaf has a prayer and calms the mighty gale
Leaves first to the skies, branches next wind skinned
Birds that were hiding are now on the wind’s tail

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/08