A tree grows under nurturing gaze of sun.

Photons are provided to the tree, strength it needs,

Heavy bark placed on tree protects, against winter’s harsh winds,

Weighs the tree down, to prevent it from moving.

Sun is there, through the rich greens and barren limbs.

Nestled in the warm embrace of the sun, the tree stays.

Moon reflects sun’s rays as it rises through night.

Awake when the tree is not,

Absent when the leaves are the most brilliant.

Looked up to, not depended upon,

The moon plays another part in the plant's life,

Until the giant star is able to reign again.

Gray cloud shadow covers the tree,

He storms the few days he hangs around.

Doesn’t give anything loving to the tree,

Back and forth, the gather of ice crystals,

Goes in and out of the tree's life,

Habitually visits the tree.

Tornado,

Trash surroundings with harsh winds,

Hit those standing by in blind rage,

Destroy everything that is held dear,

The eye passes by briefly,

Before swallowed up again,

Rushing cyclone pushes forward,

Ignores those that are beside,

Branches reach to tornado,

But continues to break.

The vine sprouts, grows along the tree.

Vine is clumsy and it reaches towards the tornado,

Though he’s harsh and cruel.

The downpour from the clouds drown the vine,

But vine leaves still holds onto the droplets.

Tree found somewhere new to lay its roots,

Now trees too tough for the tornado to rip its roots from the ground,

The vine isn't tangled around it anymore, but is on it’s own,

The cloud is busy nurturing its own tree,

The tree sometimes faces leafless days,

Times it worries if it needs the motherly sun,

Or the father moon to look after it,

Growing in its chosen direction.