'The Orchard and the Wind"
Once, two trees grew side by side
Rooted deep, with branches wide.
One day, a sudden wind arrived —
And one tree lost its budding bride.
The other tree stood still, surprised,
Yet blamed for winds it never raised.
Its silence fed the storm of doubt,
While leaves of trust fell all about.
Yet winds, they roam of their own mind,
Not all are summoned, not all designed.
So here I stand, my roots still clear,
No tempest whispered through me here.
If ever the sky clears, you’ll see —
Not every gust was born of me.
Trust me I was not behind all that ........................
