14.
Do you see how the trees are so gentle?
What makes us cower
is in them too
but slowly
so slowly
and they reach out to each other,
gentle giants,
in their shuddering.
Do you see how the flowers are so fair minded?
They grow in cracks and gutters and don’t mind at all
who admires them.
They don’t mind at all how the sun finds them.
That’s called faith.