The Tree

It stands taller than the rest Strong and hopeful Its woodenbranches shake angrily At the desperate wind which tries to knock it down Its branches may get rustled a little In the wind. Butthe treenever breaks down To nature's forceful will And the birds build their nests on its loving arms Because they trust it not to fall. They know just like I, That it will be standing there, holding its own In theviolent, raging storm the next morning.