The Old Tree

The old tree stood there rear-guarding with a smile,

It was shaken to the core with a storm back a little while,,,

The leaves of the tree flew away with the blowing wind,

The storm took away all the possession yet the tree didn't mind,,,

The storm paused for a while amazed by the tree's action and reaction,

How could it bore such an assured look while losing every bit of fraction,,,

The tree understood the storm's confusion all while still feeling its effects,

Though to offer some solace to the storm even though deepening were its cracks,,,

Storm could not resist more so went ahead to the tree losing some patience,

"Can you please tell me the reason of your smile" asked the storm taking its chance,,,

The tree maintaining the composed look told the storm to listen its response with care,

"I've seen many of you come and go all my life, none of you did actually spare",,,,

"What you can do is shake me to the core, take my leaves and move ahead till you loose",

"I'm standing here, fighting every one of you with all my might, Victory is what I choose",,,

The storm had lost all its steam by then, it lost both the battles of words and the might,

But he understood the fact that tree won the battle even though it was weak in the fight,,,

And the tree ! Well it still bore its self assuring composed smile,

Though it was shaken to the core with a storm back a little while,,,