Last updated on October 27, 2021

Under sky fly the clouds
And under clouds falls a drop,
Sinking deep into Earth
Until She wills for it to stop
And soak itself upon a seed
Sitting low inside Her womb,
That it may stand tall and straight,
And burst abroad abloom.

The pillar of hardened bark,
Of many rings in wood,
Had in it the strongest will
To strive from where it stood.
To let go its earthly roots
And reach the heavens high,
Experience a view of all
And see the world thereby.

Booming, blinding, venous arc,
Will un-tempered ‘midst the dark,
Shattered, splintered, set alight.
Burning screams throughout the night.
Blackened fog from stormy ire
Blinds the pillar-become snow fire.
Yet howling currents of the sky
Tell its dreams went not awry.

For the wind, gust, and breeze
Had carried far its remains,
Fulfilling noble desire and goal
Through unexpected gains.