the tree in a storm

He handled himself as a forest would during a storm. With roots
planted firmly in the ground, but tremble in the harsh winds. He knew
where he stood in life, but he under estimated his strong truck and
continued to make thick bark shutting out the other creatures that
wish to make peace with him and maybe even house themselves within.
But when the rain begins to fall he begins to puts on a show and
tries to hide the dripping leaves that begin to fall. The wind gets
harsher and the cracks within grow. He shuts out more, thickens his
bark, buries his roots deeper, and pretends he isn't on the verge
of tipping over.

  Where is the sun when you need him most? Why is the rain a
little more wet and cold over here than over there? How is my fibrous
hope keeping me alive right now? When will this horrendous storm end
for me? Bring me a rainbow.

  With no sunshine in months, rainbow far from existence, and no
leaves left to shed, he became to wither. Bark started to crumble,
branches began to break. His roots were too rotten and coming up. Not
even the worms wanted to live in his soil.

  The day before his truck was on the verge of a silent tip
downwards until he rotted away, a pretty little voice came into his
forest. He lifted his ears yearning to hear this beautiful sound. It
was like home calling for him, the sound was magic. The closer it
got, the more he could feel what was left of his branches reaching
out for it. That's when he saw it, her. The prettiest little red
tanager flying just in front of his eyes. "Oh please stay and sing
to me," he thought to himself as he gazed upon her soft looking
feathers and beautifully plump beak.

  Then when all of the sudden she swooped down and landed in
front of him as if she read his mind. She sang the sweetest of songs
and all he did was listen. As he listened through the months,
seasons, years he hadn't realized that the broken parts of him grew
back and stronger than he ever had the ability to do before. The rain
seized and he hadn't even had the slightest clue. Rainbows were
made and rainbows have passed but they were nothing compared to the
rainbow he saw in her.

  Then the everlasting song stopped and he starred at her in aw
still, but then he saw the world, he saw him. He saw the light in
everything and it hurt his eyes in the most gracious of ways. Then he
looked at her again and for the first time in the longest time he
heard his voice instead of the one in his head. "Please stay."
She grinned a smile that made him feel like his tongue no longer knew
the English language. "I didn't know leaving was an option,"
she spoke gracefully.

  The storm had passed and no longer did he
feel the need to dwell in the clouds of it for he found the brightest
part of the world in one little creature.