My Cypress 

Through the cyclonous winds, you stand strong before me.

Through the angry lightening, you remain barely singed.

Through the drenching rains, you float to safety.

My angry storms batter our land, yet your might keeps us in tact.

Your strength preserves our love when my weak nature is on display. 

Your strong branches cover me, your broad existence shields me, and your strong roots bind me.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: