Strength In The Storm

 ‘Strength in the Storm’

The wind may howl and twist the trees,

It bends their limbs with ruthless ease,

But every gust, each stormy test,

Drives roots down deeper in their quest.

For trees that stand when tempests roll,

Are anchored by a weathered soul.

The mountain’s heart is crushed and torn,

By weight and fire it is reborn.

A lump of coal, so black and plain,

Becomes a jewel through time and strain.

A diamond’s gleam, so bright and rare,

Was carved by pain most couldn’t bear.

The river carves through rock and stone,

Not swift, but steady, all alone.

Its gentle force, through countless years,

Wears down the peaks, dissolves our fears.

For strength is not just sharp or loud—

It’s quiet, sure, and never cowed.

The fire refines, the storm reveals,

The broken soul that slowly heals.

Each scar a map, a tale, a mark,

Of battles fought through light and dark.

We rise not despite the nights we knew,

But because we faced them—and pushed through…

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