Fate

Fate

The 
Elm
Tree,
Side
Trimmed
To
Please
The
Power
Company,
Tilts
Way 
Down
Until
Parts
Nearly
Touch
The
Ground.
I stand
Below
And
See
What
Ought
To
Be
High
Above 
Me.
New
Leaves,
Supple
Smooth,
Poised
To 
Reach
The 
Sunny
Sky, 
Tree
Top
High,
Now
Falling
Upside
Down.
I hold
Them 
In
My
Hand, 
And
Understand.