The Tree

He was a tiny little tree With branches so slender and thin With leaves so soft and tender The roots so light but tucked into the ground so tight He was a tiny little tree Free spirited, innocent, fragile Until the forces of nature came Screaming at him, shouting and beating him to death But the tree held tight, and fought for its life He braved the storm to survive The tree survive but almost without a heart The tree grew, with branches hard, firm and without a care Not the warmth of sunny summer days touching his face Nor the beautiful flowers of spring caressing his chest Not the calmness of the autumn whispering in his ears Nor the softness of snow falling into his palm, None of these, Could soften the heart of the wounded tree Nothing could break the spell of pain that engulf his spirit Until a force so strong yet so gentle came to embrace the tree A force so loud yet so calm, so firm yet so patient The force’s hands nurtured him, though the tree ran far and fast Hid from valley, to mountains, to the top of the hills The force patiently followed the tree The force never left the tree Then one day the tree woke up as if from a very long and tiring sleep It realizes the force was a no ordinary force It was the softest and yet the strongest among all the forces in the universe Its power is phenomenal, inevitable, and unexplainable Ahh, yes it is the force he longed waited for It is LOVE, the greatest force of all The tree is no longer a tree now The enthralling spell was broken The tree turned into a MAN, a no ordinary man He is a man, one with the force, one with love