When the Canopy Opens

The storm has passed, leaving the air rinsed clean
Raindrops still cling to your leaves like jewels
And the sunlight spills through the branches
As if it has been searching for you all along

Your roots, unseen yet unshaken
Hold you steady in this quiet triumph
They drank deeply through the darkness
Drawing strength from hidden springs
Until the moment came to rise again

Now the buds open, tender yet bold
Unfurling into blossoms that catch the wind
Colors vivid from the trials endured
Each petal a testament to the seasons survived
Each fragrance carrying the truth of resilience

Birds return to nest in your arms
Their songs weaving into the rustle of your leaves
Life gathers in your shade
Drawn to the peace that radiates from your center
A peace born not of ease, but of endurance

The storm has shaped you, not scarred you
Its winds carving grace into your stance
Its rains polishing the heart of your trunk
And the calm now draped across your branches
Is richer for the tempests that came before

You stand in the sunlight, rooted and whole
A living testament to what it means
To bend but not break
To weather, to grow, to bloom again
And to open your canopy wide
So, the world can share in your shade and your light