It’s dark…
The clouds have formed
The wind blows savagely through the land
Objects get tossed like debris in a desert storm
Yet I stand a tree in the midst of life’s storms
My branches do sway to the call of the winds
The winds though strong unable to fall my leaves
This stormy rain though heavy unable to wash my roots away
Drenched and cold in the fall of this thundery rain
Yet I still stand not willing to sway
Though my leaves dance in the blustery weather
Accommodating a gloomy, dark squally morn
I remain true to my roots
My roots like tentacles
Burrow deep into the soil of time
They ground me through the storms that happen oftentimes
In them I find succor
Though I shiver from standing alone in this storm
I know daybreak will come
And this storm too like others will succumb
Inspiring and motivating. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel. With these words, you’ve lifted my spirit and given me wings to soar higher no matter the turbulence. Thanks for sharing this @aturmercy. God bless you
Boooooooooy! God bless you man. God bless ya.
Jesus! This is awesome! Simple but eloquent and pregnant with all sorts of meaning.
Well done @atumercy!
Splendid. I love the last line, “and this storm too like others will succumb.”
/My roots like tentacles/ hmnn… If your roots were like tentacles, that must be a serious matter… I like the comparison though, that is my take home line. Well done.
Splendid. Thanks for sharing
Vicissitude of life,
thanks for the fortitude
Ostar, with gratitude!
@chizorom, mine too.
@aturmercy…you have once more captured the resilience in the human spirit, well done!
…The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to Budget Cuts…
Well done bro.