Odds to conceptions…

A tree so silent,
Could never this imagine
how much is it genuine,
A furious storm would examine…

Wind

Stomping like death,
towards tree that was a world,
Storm didn’t cease to stop,
until its people- the leaves, started to swirl…

Now the people, tense!
As death stamped its sentence,

 

In shadow of death did thousands
Of people clasped to the branching,
But a few weren’t frantic,
And did not stop the dancing…

Soon the storms stepped
into the arena of comfort,

  Suddenly!

Materialized a mighty miracle
And the storm stopped to hurt…

All again was peace…
after disaster dissolved,
But only few leaves kept the nerves,
And mystery of life they solved!

Many died in false fears,
they stepped in, lived and died…
And those mere leaves that stayed,
lived a life long of pride…

Those few stout-hearted,
served as exceptions…
Fearless and unique, they were
‘Odds to Conceptions…’

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