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In the morning the tree stood proud
For all to see.
Old, twisted from years of fighting the elements,
Trunk long and strong with limbs thick and rugged, spreading shade,
Roots deep in the earth, moist and fertile.
Centuries it existed alone,
Unchallenged,
Marked with wounds from storms,
Fiery strikes from the sky,
Its beauty deepened by such.
Until one day it came,
Its destiny,
Winds strong,
Clouds dark and low,
Churning in dark beauty,
Lighting came
Struck in shattering strength,
Leaving only smoking ruins
Of what once was mighty.
In the morning the tree stood proud
For all to see.
Old, twisted from years of fighting the elements,
Trunk long and strong with limbs thick and rugged, spreading shade,
Roots deep in the earth, moist and fertile.
Centuries it existed alone,
Unchallenged,
Marked with wounds from storms,
Fiery strikes from the sky,
Its beauty deepened by such.
Until one day it came,
Its destiny,
Winds strong,
Clouds dark and low,
Churning in dark beauty,
Lighting came
Struck in shattering strength,
Leaving only smoking ruins
Of what once was mighty.