Snow

Yes I am like the driven snow,
a cast off from the clouds.
A speck inside the swirl of wind,
before I take a bow.
My knees may bend
but I shall stand,
for with these curves of life I plan,
to be of truth that keeps my eyes a blaze,
life’s unexpected moments shall not phase.
Don’t rule me out for tears I cry,
in moments that I shan’t deny.
All steps within a ladder I must climb
each toss of wind so chiseled in my time.
I rise, I fall, I sway, I’m still
but tears shall never shake my will…
For tears like rain must water what will grow,
life’s lessons and life’s virtues I will sow.

Deo Volente
January 13, 2011