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  
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  
yearned to mingle  
and when the storm left  
there was desolation  
and nothing else  
Written by cold_fusion
Published | Edited 19th Sep 2018
Author's Note
It is the storms that bring out the strength, the real character
'the living' out of us.
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