And the apple tree stood tall
Though the thunder roared
And lightning danced
Striking sharply upon its brittle bark
As clouds dark and heavy hung above
The sun kissed leaves
And though the wind stripped
It bare of a few sweet fruits
It’s roots were still strong in the ground
And though the lightning scratched,
And scared it’s skin
The bark was thick and
Didn’t let it in
To the core
As easily as it once had
When the rain began to slice
Through the misty sky
The apple tree indulged
In the wet shards of ice
And took from it strength
As it let the liquid scorn drip off
Its rough surface and into the soil
In serene silence I observe the battling tree
 Roots coiled deep in grimy dirt
And stubborn set of the reaching branches
Entrances my soul and my mind
I watch it dance freely in the cold night
In spite of pitiless winds
And burning seething lighting strikes
Despite the constant barrage of thunder
Under the mourning clouds
I watched the blithe dance of the tree
And in it I saw a piece of me...