Tree In A Storm by Palane Jr.
At first I was nothing,
But a mustard seed.
The smallest thing,
Can do the greatest deeds.
I had a faith no one could shake,
A will no one could break,
A character no other could fake.
Into a mighty tree, I did grow,
Never hindered, when the wind would blow.
I was a fortress for all, big and small.
No tumbleweed leaf, thrown from south to north,
I stood firm in the thunderous storm.
From left to right, like a kite,
The tempest tried to test me.
I was losing leaves,
Bird nests were falling.
Then came the dawn of light,
It was finally morning!
I had survived the darkest night,
While the rest were left mourning.
My leaves grew back,
Birds were once again chirping.
I was nature’s wonder,
For which is worth searching.
I watch as time goes on,
Remembering the mustard seed
From which I came from.