Withered by the Storm
Almost uprooted.
Lacking foliage and glory of her beauty.
She yet stood along.
Look above, the clouds or darkness,
Is being dispelled. Light is rising
At the rear end of the view.
Look around, All are Green.
I stand alone with no thickness!
A laughing stock in the neighbourhood.
Keep your eyes, on the thin streak of light
Whispered her inner
soul, she WILL OVERTAKE SOON!
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