Courage

It hailed yesterday with silver hailstones.
The wind was howling and cursing.
The earth, which had lain in peace and in slumber
Awoke with wild alarm.

But silently stood the tree
And with courage caught the stones as they fell.
That's how it was throughout the dark night
Until the dawn awoke.

Now at the window I stand
The heavens are gray.
On their face lies unease.
But the tree stands peacefully
In silver pride
And knows not of sorrow, unease.

For tomorrow the sun will once more awake
Flowers will bud from its roots.
I stand at the window and ponder
I must not lose courage.