Striking Roots

The storm much anticipated and awaited now settled

The pleasure of the respite from the scorching heat

Beating down and starving the tree, of comfort

Having achieved its purpose of blowing away the dust

That has settled with the sultry heat

Is giving way gradually but slowly

Now going on to shaking loose the seeds

The tree had nurtured and protected for so long

Taking the seed by surprise

For it believed it would lie there in its cosy surrounding

After the blowing away of the storm

Surprised at being pried free from its shelter

The seed now floating with the wind

Hoping that it would be blown away

To some place safe where it can again find hope

To strike roots and grow into a full blown tree

Till the awareness that it can as well be destroyed

As blown to a place that it has dreamt of

(Having been a part of the storm

That it had once only anticipated)

Realises that it needs to withstand the wind

To strike roots not in a place it falls

But in a place it chooses

If it were to fulfil the essence of its being

Finding roots; while simultaneously

Giving shelter and solace to people

Seeking a haven from the storm

That was in fact responsible for setting it on its course.