August 21 - Trees

trees, steady and unyielding
they learn to weather the storm
with deliberate, flexible bending
but yet they keep their form

strong winds persist day and night
howling, rustling, screaming
but still, the tree stands aright
its foundation bold, unmoving

the rain descends, testing its will
and threatens the trees resolve
and yet the tree somehow stands still
not only still, but tall

Purpose

Writing poetry used to come more naturally to me than it does now and it really frustrates me that I'm lacking that creative outlet. I'm trying to get back into that frame of mind so I'm challenging myself to write a poem everyday on any random subject.