a living tree mourns the passing of the storm

for the storm  
brought to it  
e v e r y t h i n g  
it
ever yearned  
 
made it bend  
feel alive  
like the moving life  
that surrounds it  
 
brought it rains  
brought it winds  
taught it dance  
in a way  
it never thought  
it could  
 
and that too  
with its neighbours  
whose canopies  
forever  
yearned to mingle  
 
and when the storm left  
there was desolation  
and nothing else  
.