Frail

Taken by a whispered wind,
Softly blown and taken away,
Broken down from beginning to end,
Hardly able to stay.


Thin like a rail,
Weak like a leaf,
Wind lifting as a sail,
Of little belief.


Frail may it be,
There always is more,
Look further to what you ought to see,
Not a peep, but a roar.


From frail, they will grow,
A strength that no one can slow.