Solitary Broom Tree

Solitary broom tree:
the place where I collapse,
the place where I rest,
where I can finally relax,
it shades my fatigued body,
energy drained by the sun,
drowned by life's grind,
from the nonstop run.
It's where the race
slows down to a halt,
a perfect time
to become stalled,
and it is at this time
that a breath of fresh air
is breathed straight
into my lungs there.
It is in this place
that I am resurrected
from a phase in which
no life could be detected.
Legs that could not
on their own stand
now can do all
that this world demands
for the Force behind
their new found strength
will lead to perseverance
to quite some length.
For no longer must
I rely on myself
but rather on a Force
so much greater than self.
Now I can run
through the trials
and over the obstacles
and around the wiles
because no matter where
I may be taken now
I know I will be carried
on the shoulders of the Father so proud.