An engulfing silence on a quiet day

Brings rage to the calm blue ocean.

Thunder, thunder, serenity at bay.

In my garden, dozens of trees bend, sway,

and survive in a whirling motion.

 

A small, fragile tree, scared in an abyss of nothingness, swirling with dismay,

Cracking, crying, tearing at the roots,

The moment it knows it won't survive,

Yet vows to fight the violent storm.

Hugging the soil too tight, holding on to the core of the ground,

Injuring its tiny bark, yet standing firm and proud.

 

"Patience, patience," echoes its forlorn heart.

Time drips slowly, like life's callous art.

Torn leaves, dim dreams, and glowing scars

Murmur meaninglessness with the hollow stars.