Strong winds do violently
shake trees,
The wind still goes away.
Though some are left uprooted,
And others broken-unselective parts,
Some grow again, others never fight
on.
Again and Again,
Standing trees are still shaken
By the haunting ghostly winds
But they choose to stand on
And this makes nature beautiful.
But the uprooted ones are thrown
into fire
And soon are all forgotten as their
smoke fades into the skies
Their strengths lies in the depth of
their roots
And not the greenly flourishing
shoots
And they know what to cling on
To beautify nature
And leave a Legacy
And not be forgotten on an overnight
Saddie
