Unbroken Spirit

The branches shiver gently,
As whispers fill the air,
The secrets of the forest,
Are mine and mine to share.

The birdsong blends with traffic hums,
A symphony of life,
A contrast found in every step,
Of beauty, peace, and strife.

A little more than tired,
A little less than done,
I rub the roads with my feet,
This heart doesn’t know to quit.

A little more than weary,
A little less than worn,
I trace the paths that wind & twist,
Through dusk and then to morn.

In a world of trials and tribulations,
A tempest of words and confrontations,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
Yet my spirit, unbroken, forever roams.