Bent, Not Broken

High on a crag,
Weeping in the Sun, beaten
It would seem, forlorn
Forsaken by Mother Earth
Beaten by winds of Time, change
Stands my brother Juniper
Soul against the wind
Forever, in my thoughts
Bent, not broken

In days gone by,
Times forgotten
I, too have held my sway
To rains, and gutters
To icy wind along
Forgotten highways
Face to the wind
With thumb in air
Going nowhere, I have stood
Bent, not broken

The fears for me
Do not shed
The look of pity, I ignore
For in this shallow World
Of yours, this life seems bare
I stand as a testament
To those who never dare
To cast their fate
Against the wind
Stay straight, calm and fair
To these I say
Allay your fears
And try if you dare
to look into Forever
And Be!
Bent, Not Broken!

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