A Tree

The rains descend

The winds howl

My branches sway and my boughs break

But my roots hold me still

The storm continues to rage unstoppable to those before it

I will no longer bend to its will

I will stand

I will stand and bare all that it thrusts upon me

I will stand when others fall

I will stand and wait

For the day will soon come that the storm will grow weary and pass

The sun will shine and grace me with its presence

My leaves are many and my troubles few

For my roots know not of defeat

With time as my keeper

I will stand

I will grow

I will flower and bare fruit ripe with age

It is a part of me i give unto you

Its nourishment my gift

Its seed my life

Take it and behold that which it will grow to be