Do your Worst - This Strength is Mine
There is a tree,on the hill
it's my tree,
on my hill.
The skies are brewing,
there's not much time
my heart is racing.
It's time to climb.
I walk fast but don't run,
that would ruin the scene.
The hill plays my ascent
the thundering drums,
and the crooked branches guide my pass.
Here I take my seat.
The sky unfolds
my muffled soul
and the rain washes
the debris away.
Now I'm just like the tree
leaves fallen;branches bear
daring the sky
to do its worst.
the lightening threatens,
but we stand strong,
our folly holds,
we cannot fall.
And in the morning
its fury gone,
the tree and I
still stand strong.
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Written on 2011-09-20 at 02:58
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