Nature’s Grace; and Nature’s Wrath

by thetigglesworth

The wind is roaring, 

   Sustained, crisp and relentless,

      Pushing through, and pushing down all

        That stand in its way


But I want to be a tree

   Because out in the wind so strong and furious

      I’ll be comfortable knowing that I was made

        Strong enough to withstand it all

And that kind of differs from where I am right now.