The Tree That Stood To the Wind
Beaten and Battered
Still standing tall
I'm not the being I was before I took my great fall
They said don't stand to the wind
no you shouldn't dare
sometimes the wind will caress you but most of the time she doesn't care
She held me close
but intensified with a loving quiet rage
the wind she's like that, her intentions often hard to gauge
She's always there
she'll whisper and let you know
more often than not she's there for a moment then must go
She left part of me standing, the rest shattered on the forest floor
She's much more powerful, so she let me know
Because here I stand broken, never again to be whole
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