INTRO: I wrote this poem while sitting in my motorhome at Sherwood Brisbane Queensland. I was parked beside a paddock with a large tree a short distance away. A wild storm came, and went, and left me wondering about how the storms in nature compare to the storms in our life. Beverley Joy.
One day as I sat at my window
I watched a tree standing tall and strong
So confident and accepting of its role.
Birds busied themselves flittering from branch to branch
Squawking and chirping as they went about their day
Small crawling creatures made their way
Up and down its solid trunk.
Very subtle, the leaves began to rustle,
The branches began to sway
The birds and creatures moved away
To find a calmer resting place.
The tree, now alone to battle the storm
As the wind built stronger and the rain began to fall
Gently at first, then, unrestrained it poured.
The battle intensified between them
Fighting each other for supremacy
It looked to me that the storm may win
As the tree bore the brunt with its solid trunk.
As soon as the storm discarded the tree so ravaged
And moved on to find its next challenge
The tree returned to its calm state
For down deep in the earth, its roots were strong.
It felt clean and nourished from the driving rain
Old leaves and branches had broken away
Fallen to the ground in a tumbled array.
Soon the birds and small creatures return
To reclaim the tree as their peaceful abode
They nourished themselves on droplets of water
And scratched around the fresh ground cover.
If we choose to view life’s storms this way
How the storms of life can cleanse away
Our weaknesses, and strengthen us
To be stronger to nourish ourselves and others.
Beverley Joy © 2010 of Simply Story Poetry. Al Rights Reserved.
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