She stands alone, both tall and true
The perfect picture of solitude
The soul of a woman creased in a bark,
with limbs that move in a majestic arc.
Alone she's faced the storms of life,
The wind and the rain, disease and strife,
Others gave up, but no, not she.
And there she stands for all to see,
She's had her share of troubles and woes
But she made it through and still she grows.
Like her I know a girl too,
She has faced the wind, and felt the rain,
and like her, even she stands tall,
Though life may beat her, she will not fall,
It may throw punches, she may take a blow,
But in the end she too shall grow.
Each storm she weathers increases her strength,
And beneath the skin, her soul's to be thanked,
The elm and her, they know what they do,
They count on themselves and make it through.
-- Kelly Cook
The perfect picture of solitude
The soul of a woman creased in a bark,
with limbs that move in a majestic arc.
Alone she's faced the storms of life,
The wind and the rain, disease and strife,
Others gave up, but no, not she.
And there she stands for all to see,
She's had her share of troubles and woes
But she made it through and still she grows.
Like her I know a girl too,
She has faced the wind, and felt the rain,
and like her, even she stands tall,
Though life may beat her, she will not fall,
It may throw punches, she may take a blow,
But in the end she too shall grow.
Each storm she weathers increases her strength,
And beneath the skin, her soul's to be thanked,
The elm and her, they know what they do,
They count on themselves and make it through.
-- Kelly Cook
P.S- This post was written by one of my closest friend Prerna Garg for me when I was too low in life... Love you Prerna for being there with me during those tough times.. :)
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