Safety from the storm

Standing outside, I gaze up at the beautiful sky.

Its radiant blue color is appealing to the eye.

Suddenly, like a jewel thief,

The glowing sky is stolen away beyond belief.

Humongous, black clouds roll in,

Shadowing the sapphire within.

I feel large, fat drops of rain cascade down.

I felt like I might drown.

As my eyes dart from side to side,

I finally spot somewhere to hide.

I spy a large, gnarled tree.

I sprint forward to it with glee.

Climbing its thick, wide branches,

I spot an area where I can take my chances.

A large hand beckoned to me from underneath.

I cautiously slither down towards it and took my seat.

The leaves were intertwined like a sweater.

I could tell this tree was better.

The rain continued to pour.

But the tree stood stronger than before.

This tree was my safety from the storm.

It helped me in its stable form.

Miraculously, the rain stopped.

And from this tree, down I hopped.

From this day on,

That tree lingers long and long.

In its knotted and gnarled form,

It’ll always be my safety from the storm.