"endurance"

A solitary tree upon an isolated hill. The willow sways it's rhythmic dance in expectation of an August gale.With leaves abound awaiting to camouflage the ground to a carpet of golden canvas.A winters prelude. As presuemed,out of somewhere the tempest shows forth with winds that bend her and a sweeping rain that stings with bite.With tenacious roots bounded to earth and stone,against the force of relentlessness she strains to hold ground. Upon clearing,nakedness. Stripped of her jewels,her blossoms....her leaves,an elegance that will no longer paint these day lit skies.Spookish clouds give way the bluish heavens. Unknown to the weariness,birds pause upon familiar perches With no colors to turn in Octobers skies she weds a leafless fall,but yet through endurance,she remains. The end