Two Sides

The Laurels in my garden line the fence, resplendent in their leaves of vivid green, the undersides are coloured less intense and on the gentle days, they hang unseen. But, come the fiercer wind from the south west, the boughs bend to its will, nowhere to hide, both trees yield to the force, do not contest, as all leaves turn and show their other side. We show one side to all, that's clear to see, when life is good, and no hard choices made, but only when in tougher times like these our characters turn light or darker shades. We all have sides that many do not know, true colours, only shown when ill-winds blow.