One day I met up with a very content and peaceful tree...

If I could be more like you—

Graciously flexible

With every gust of wind

With every drop of rain

Yet stubbornly confident

Being in your right and proper place

Knowing where you should be

Here

And when you should be

Now

And never being elsewhere

Future or past

Near or far

And always

Faithfully

Growing, changing

Aging without complaint

And somehow always willing

To let go

Of that which is finished

And patiently trusting

That which is yet to come

Will come

In the right and proper time

No need to rush

No need to worry

No need at all