Plum tree branches
heavily laden with raindrops
bend toward the ground
temporarily obstructing my view
of the garden beyond.
Like the challenges we face
sometimes a relentless tsunami
We do not fully understand
or see the gifts
until widening our perspective.
Bend, like the plum tree.
Go with the flow.
Accept. Spring back. Do not break.
Rain pummels and hydrates.
The sun shines and scalds.
Endings are beginnings.
It is the perfectly natural rhythm
of imperfect life.
