Roots Beneath the Storm

When the winds howl and tempests rise,

and the world feels bent to break,

I dig my roots a little deeper,

holding ground for strength’s own sake.

The sky may darken, clouds may roar,

and shadows fall on steady light,

but somewhere beneath, my spirit stands,

anchored firm, unseen, and bright.

For storms may lash and branches sway,

and even the tallest trees may bow,

yet deep within, a quiet strength,

keeps my heart unbroken somehow.

So let the thunder roll, the wild winds blow—

I am rooted, fierce, and free.

Through every storm that life may send,

my spirit holds, unshaken as the sea.

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