You can tell
your sadness
to the trees,
and they will

For they too
have known the
freeze of winter,
yet figure out
how to keep
on growing.

You can tell
your struggles
to the stream,
the water

For it too
knows life’s
changing swirls,
yet learns to
yield, to keep
on flowing.

You can tell
your sorrows
to the earth
and she will

For she too
has been trod
upon, yet
finds the seeds
to keep on sowing.

You can tell
your secrets to
the sky,
and he will

For he too
has known
the blackest of
moons, yet finds
a way to keep
light showing.