The tree grows under the nurturing gaze of the sun

Photons are given to the tree

Gives the tree the bark, a dense shield to the weather

But it is always there, through the rich greens and barren limbs

The sun helps the tree

Copied by the moon that rises in the night

It’s awake when the tree is not

Can't be there when the leaves shine the greatest

Nature making it unable to be there

Looked up to but is not depended upon

But the moon plays a different part in the plant's life

Until the giant star is able to reign again

Shadow covers the tree by the gray cloud

Back and forth goes the gather of ice crystals

In and out of the tree's life

He causes storms the few days he hangs around

Gives very little rain

Habitually visits the tree

Tornado

Harsh winds are what you present

Hit those that stand in your way

Smash apart your surrounding

You destroy what little you are given

Branches reach to tornado

But continues to break

The vine sprouts and grows along the tree

Vine is young and clumsy

It tries to reach towards the tornado

Though it is harsh and cruel

The downpour from the clouds drowns the vine

It will still hold onto the droplets

But it's 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

The tree found somewhere new to lay its roots

Growing in its chosen direction

Until it becomes its own home