The Wind

On that day the wind would come,
the clouds would cover and the sun was gone.
The tree so small and fragile looking,
the wind so powerful and overcoming.

To the left and to the right
the tree would shake,
backwards and forwards
the wind would overtake.



The wind would howl but
could not be seen,
the tree would bend and
struggle to remain.
 
But its roots were long
and planted deep,
it would fight the wind
and never sleep.
 
By Phil Williams © December 2001