The Blowhard Wind and the Tree

The blundering wind, blows absence of sensible youth. It can tell no lies, nor can it tell the truth. It blows strong on the flower and onto the grass. Where they both huddle blindly, unaware they won't last. Erstwhile the wind can blow for many dreadful days. A stupendous blowhard, until nature tames its ways. The shrewd stay protected, while the wind persists with rage. The grass and the flower, are forever stuck in their cage. While across the pond, grow the same flower and grass. But over there they are protected, by big trees and their mass. Both sides will survive, both have sun and will grow. But the side with the trees, the wind they'll never know. Unfortunately peace can be very difficult to achieve. The wind will never give it, but will lead you to believe. Relentlessly blowing and pounding, you can never be free. When you grow tired of the wind, you're always welcome by the tree.