METTLE (a wishful fantasy)

Fierce winds and rain could batter down the door;
But this bending tree straightens up once more.
Bad heat might burn and blister human skin.
A tree’s bark’s brittle, but its tough as sin.
Temperatures cool in the dance of autumn.
Trees “cowboy up” dropping leaves so awesome.
Snow and ice sometimes kills a rugged soul.
A smart tree sleeps [instead] to dream’s the goal.
Spring, the season, an alarm clock ringing;
And some trees wake up with their buds blooming.

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