The Depths of Resilience

The Depths of Resilience

In the heart of storms where tempests roar,

A tree stands firm, though lightning cracks
It’s not the height that we adore
But roots that grasp the shattered cracks.

A trunk may stretch to touch the sky,

But bark can crack and branches fall
The unseen strength, the roots that pry
Keep steady through the wind’s cruel squall.

Though leaves may flutter in the gale,

And branches bend beneath the weight
It’s roots beneath that never fail
And hold fast through the fierce debate.

A tree that towers, proud and tall,

Can topple with the slightest quake
Yet roots that dig into the sprawl
Are anchors that the storms can’t break.

Roots twist deep in darkened earth,

Grasping secrets buried far
In values firm, we find our worth
Not in the heights but roots we spar.

When the storm rages with fierce might,

And shadows threaten with their blight
Ground yourself in values bright
For roots alone can stand the fight.

So let the wind howl all it can,

Let torrents rage and tempests roar
For strength is not in heights we scan
But in the roots that fight the war.