Wind was blowing fast
As fast as possible
And the dim , cloudy sky
Was preparing for shower.
And there was this tree,
Standing straight in the storm
Looking brave and strong
Shielding its companions .
Not letting a leaf fall
Slightly askew , but resolved
It bore the percepetation ,
And the brisk wind
But it didn't admit defeat
For it had the duty
Of protecting its dwellers
And keeping the forest's esteem.
So after many struggling hours
The sky finally gave up
And the valiant , willed tree
Won the long tough Battle.
As proud as a soldier,
Who had saved his land,
It was beaming in delight
With its leaves blooming in pleasure.
:)