The tree stands naked and bare,
clinging to the eave of life.
A toss of a coin decides life or death,
the sun still shines bright
upon it, but its fight for life
is invisible to see.
I see you holding on just as tight.
Alone inside yourself,
fighting to feel the sun.
Courageously fighting an unseen
battle.
Its torturous to watch,
But oh so inspiring.
I believe wholeheartedly,
In your victory.
I see you on a hill
in the bright sun.
Arms outstretched, healthy
and flourishing.
Feeling the rays of sunshine
tickle your soul,
fate smiles on you
and all is well.