Only Lonely Trees?

All there is, is a tree,

Standing in a raging storm.

Unable to move,

Yet,

It stands tall,

As the clouds

Stain its eyes with undying fear.

.

The wind, rustling,

Shakes its sanity,

And slowly, its bark

Starts

To wear away,

But its roots

Run deep.

Free n' free flowing.

.

Through Love and Hateful Ways

Light will lead its doubtful gaze.

Though it may fall sometimes,

There's always a part

That's rising.

Though it can't forget

The Past that got it where it stands.

So, it won't regret.

.

Once again, it escapes,

To a place of wonder,

Where the Earth mixes

With the breathing

Beyond

Calling to see

Calling to it.

.

But before it could see,

Reality pulls the leaves.

What's it supposed to do here?

What's the point of coming back?

To a reality

That only knows

How to move with

What's in front of

it.

.

Through Love and Hateful ways,

Light will lead our doubtful gaze.

Though we may fall sometimes,

There's always a part that's raised.

Though we can't forget

The Past that got us where we stand,

.

"So, I won't regret."