First came the clouds
And then the rain
Piloted by the swirling winds.
The sky sulked
As the wind tossed the trees.
They swayed and stooped
And begged to the relentless rain.
Some fell, some leaned or lay prostrate
My mulberry bush, it shook and shivered
Its tender leaves took the heavy drops
And let it down the earth to drown.
What held you up when the mighty fell? I asked.
The silent answer came
My heart holds on to my roots
That always heads towards the center - The Life.
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