Windy City

Against the odds, the tree stood strong in the wind

and continued to hold up, even against the humans.

For years, green leaves danced like two birds in love

during changing seasons, moving without reason

as sap slowly dripped down the rough side of the tree,

and without remedy, formed a steady stream.

The tree’s branches shot in every direction,

reaching and growing

at a slow rate, dictating a fate without even knowing

which way the wind was blowing.

Almost touching the sky, the tree has seen it all

and lived long enough to see many fall.

Wiser than ever, wrinkles riddled the tree’s skin

showing on-goers of a time back when.

Time has revealed its true course but the tree

remained eager, feeling more alive than ever.

But One cold day, chills filled the whole tree

and the singing birds were forced to leave

as the temperature dropped to a low degree

and snowflakes worked into the breeze.

The dancing leaves weaved trough

the air landing softly on the snowy ground

before shriveling up without a sound.

The bark on the tree fell off quickly and the branches

followed after causing my anger to grow faster.

Wind came and snow fell before life I mastered

But I can’t blame the earth for a natural disaster.