by Ann Marie Dwyer

Created on: May 02, 2009

The wind whipped chill
Up the mountain
Casting loose pieces
Hither and yon.

The moon hid
Behind a billowing cloud.
Off in the distance
A thunder clap, loud.

The sun sleepily crept
O'er the horizon,
Warm sunbeams
One after one,

Revealing the trees
Survivors once again.
Branches outstretched
Linked hand-in-hand.

Ivy and moss strung
Between trunk and
Branch, bush, rock,
Soil and sand.

Woven tightly, each
Frail on its own.
Together mighty, against
Any wind blown.

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