A tempest blew across the land —
it’s purpose to destroy
the life and home of one alone
enduring years of toil.
An eagle flying by looked down
and saw the wasted lot.
“My god, she’s dead!” the veteran said,
then soared beyond the spoil.
The sun rose high and midnight rain
continued as before—
though eagle’s words were often heard,
she dreamed of something more.
A willow bending near the ground
whispered with the wind:
Press on, press on—you know you’re strong
She shuttered deep, and then
A live oak stands now on the land,
her shade and shelter sure —
and people say, unto this day
her faith survived the storm.
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