The wind screams a battle cry, tearing at my branches,
a symphony of fury that strips me bare.
My leaves, once vibrant emeralds, swirl in a fiery dance,
sacrifices offered to the tempest's demands.
I stand resolute, roots gripping the earth's embrace,
a silent defiance against the howling sky.
Lightning streaks a jagged scar across the heavens,
but my heartwood remains unbroken, a stoic eye.
Winter's icy breath descends, a blanket of frost,
numbing the memories of summer's verdant reign.
My limbs stand stark against the monochrome canvas,
a testament to the enduring strength in my grain.
But within the slumbering depths, a promise stirs,
a silent vigil kept by the lifeblood in my core.
For even in darkness, the sap dreams of renewal,
a whispered prophecy of the buds that will be born.
Spring's gentle caress awakens the sleeping soul,
a tender kiss that melts the winter's icy hold.
New leaves unfurl, emerald flags of victory,
a triumphant banner against trials untold.
And so, the cycle continues, a dance with the unknown,
a testament to the resilience that lies within.
For I am the tree, weathered yet unbroken,
blooming anew, a symbol of strength that will always begin.
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Ink and Insight
PoetryStep into 'Ink and Insight,' where words flow freely, capturing the essence of everyday moments in lyrical form. This collection explores a variety of themes, offering poems for every mood and occasion.