Giving up

 The trees are falling one by one

as if they’ve given up

the need and will to stay

in love with mother earth.

Some decide a drawn-out death

of slow and creeping fear

that kills the leaves and trunks

before severing the roots.

I too could fall or suffer more

but the sky like my desire

bears down the sheer enormity

of what I’m hoping for.

  

It’s blue for me today devoid of obstacles,

tomorrow maybe clouds of fear

will crowd out the beautiful

and bear down hopelessness.

  

Well so much so for that

because the blue is always there

waiting like a lover

to speak of many things

silently and reverently

by its very presence.

 

The sky is blue, deep, and new

each time it chooses life

and pity so the trees, you, me,

who think of giving up!