In twilight’s hush, a storm did brew,
With mighty roars and skies of blue,
A lightning bolt with fearsome might,
Struck down a tree in darkest night.
The tree, once tall, its branches wide,
Was split in two, its strength denied.
The storm, in rage, believed it killed,
And wept in sorrow, tears it spilled.
For seasons passed, the land lay bare,
The storm’s remorse hung in the air.
Yet deep within the broken wood,
Life’s spark endured, as life force should.
Through winter’s chill and springtime’s thaw,
The tree’s resilience left in awe.
New shoots emerged from shattered base,
Green leaves unfurled in tender grace.
The storm returned, its sorrow deep,
To see the tree wake from its sleep.
With gentle rains, it tried to mend,
The wounds it caused, to be a friend.
The tree looked up, with leaves so bright,
And whispered in the soft moonlight,
“Forgiveness comes, as life renews,
From pain and hurt, new beauty brews.”
The storm and tree, in nature’s dance,
Embraced the chance of second chance.
In hurt and healing, life’s grand scheme,
New chapters born from shattered dream.
Thus, tree and storm, through trial, strife,
Found strength in love, a new-found life.
For even in the darkest night,
Hope blooms anew with morning light.
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