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When Lightning Strikes

Vibrant greens swayed on hushed breezes. Cooling shade soothed through summerís heat. Sturdy branches sheltered the weak. Deep roots nurtured stability ensuring growth. Lush leaves sought the silent sun and found loving favor and beaming pride. Tallest, strongest and most beautiful in the forest, she was admired by all who saw her. She danced with the wind, preened in the sun, and languidly bathed in soft rains. Her glory was a gift she humbly shared with those nestled in her branchesí sure embrace. Those fortunate enough to stand within her comforting shadow rested with pleasant ease and listened. Her calming murmur coaxed cooling breezes through her branches, filtering out the harsh world. Many sought such a rare blessing and flocked to find the freshness and peace that dwelt within her shadows. A hot wind came up from the south. Strong and steady it rushed her leaves and mercilessly bent her branches. She valiantly stood guard over her vulnerable nestlings sheltering them, though she was shaken to her roots. The sun looked on smugly sure of his strength. The hot wind cooled to a warm caress. He quietly gathered clouds to slowly darken and block the sunís strengthening rays. The warm rains he brought with his humid breath solicitously stripped her leaves, bared her branches, and drowned her once restraining roots. Laughing in Solís impotent face, the hot wind blew with all his strength searing her nakedness for all to see. Crashing clouds of triumph, he struck her with a final bolt that left her broken, bent and burned. Sol now hides his face from her. Her blackened branches are still bare. Gone the peaceful shade seekers who found her pleasant once. They whisper to the wind of broken nests and promises. She still stands . . . silently.

Copyright © February 2002 Dianna Recod Woodhams


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