Wavering

Wavering in the wind
Holding on as if for dear life
Enduring different stages of strife
Many months anchored to a foundation
Realizing of eventually succumbing to its fruition
Pliable and flexible
So desired by others
Life's history consist of calm and days of storm
Dealing with each was the norm
Never understanding how it deals with it all
Weight of the world occasionally ways down
Not really seeing the frown
Some situation came along
Handling it as it did life long
Weakened by storms prior
This one appears to be dire
Knowing its life was for the greater
Has to become now braver
The last gale force will be to much
Losing grasp all strength gone
Seeing it fade drifting away and out of touch
Falling to earth
For no more will its beauty shine
It is now a mere memory
Fading with age
Turning the last page
Waiting again for its miraculous rebirth...... JW 11/7/13