The geese trust their instinct to fly south every fall.
The flower trusts the sun to return again in spring.
The tree trusts it’s leaves to grow back again each year.
So I can trust that this will end, despite this constant fear.
The cat trusts it’s bowl will be filled.
The bee trusts that each day there will be busy work to do.
The stars trust the moon to glow next to them each night.
So I can trust my body to be strong enough to win this fight.
A lover trusts another with their very heart.
The baby trusts his mother to tuck him in each night.
The fish can trust the ocean and ride the currents that pass through.
So I can trust that this strange nightmare will pass for me too.
The dog trusts that his master will return home at the end of every day.
The earth trusts the sun to hold us in her mighty pull.
A farmer trusts the rain to come and quench his parched field in his time of need.
And the birds trust, that even in the fiercest storms, the branch they built their home on will not bend.
So I can trust that we will come out of this ok, maybe even stronger in the end.