I stood proud and strong
Till the wind came that day.
It was first a gentle breeze, it barely moved my position,
But what came next was beyond my imagination.
It was strong, stronger than all our strengths combined,
But I held on, I still stood proud.
I stood still, but the weaker bent,
They turned, they fell, and flew with the wind to their uncertain doom.
The next breeze was more of a storm!
Even the proudest, the most powerful bent,
I held on though, I held strong.
I bent and almost fell.
The wind pulled me and grabbed onto me like I was a rope in a game of tug-a-war.
But I held on, I still stood, but with little hope.
I watched in despair as others like my family and friends grew weak,
As they too started dancing to the tunes of the wind.
What I felt was indescribable, but I had to stand.
My body felt weaker as the wind grew with each passing day.
Every day more left, and more couldn’t hold on.
And soon came my time. I let the wind carry me but not for long.
I wiggled and fell free into a green luscious meadow.
There I nestled into the dirt.
The warmth of the sun and the water from the rain aided me.
Now others stand where I once fell, stronger and prouder.
