We can recover

This was what I needed to see today, 

That when things are broken 

Or get knocked down, 

It doesn’t mean the end, 

Any more than winter 

 And the loss of leaves 

Means spring won’t come again. 

This tree’s been in this state 

For at least six years and more, and yet 

Each fall it’s covered with apples. 

We, too, will find a way to recover.