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Treestorm
As the zephyrs become harsh and cold,
Nipping and snapping at my limbs, I shudder
The storm approaches fast, and the inky clouds
Grow darker by the minute
Soon, the crepuscular blanket is over me,
And a cascade of tears fall from the sky
I shiver at the first drop, terrified
Knowing this may be the end
The brutal wind could knock me over,
And once that happens, I shall never rise
I sway from side to side,
Leaves crashing into one another
The dusty slate sky forcefully throws a bolt at me,
Illuminating nearby when it narrowly misses
Alone in this fight, I stand tall and proud
Daring for the dark to whip another spark
A loud boom erupts from above,
And the bugs inside me squirm
Planted in the ground, I swing back and forth,
A sudden gush of wind surprising me
I hear a crack, and I know,
That this time, it isn't thunder
A searing pain rushes through me, as my
Arm falls to the ground, blown by the wind
I would cry out in pain, but I have no mouth
The storm quickly fades, the sun rising again
Now I must continue not fight these storms
That never end
But for now, I will grow to be strong
That way, I can face the storms coming on.
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