The storm

The Storm.

In the midst of a wonderment storm
An oak tree wanted to be free
For his whole life, He was planted to the dirt
It took work through the blazing brushes
But that day, his roots were raised
He did you see, what he thought he couldn’t do

He walked away
He walked from the worries of the wind
The chattering of the birds
The trauma of the storm

But what was surprising to that oak tree, was that in the end, it was the storm that set that him free.