i surrender
like a tree-branch bent earthward by gravity
i surrender
like a canopy
thrust sun-ward by its thirst
i surrender like an old oak stretched proud by its irresistible desires
- to gravity
- to sun
to the wills and aches that balance me
and allow me to grow
and i know
that to surrender
is not a synonym
of to fail
or to fall
I love
-mikey t