Through the Tempest

Like storms that shake the trees, snatch the roots out of the soil,

Hurdles descend upon us, a tumultuous coil.

They rattle our foundations, test our inner might,

But within the chaos, we discover our true light.

With fierce winds of adversity, they howl and they roar,

Threatening to uproot us, to shatter us to the core.

Yet, in the face of turmoil, we shall not be undone,

For our strength runs deep, anchored beneath the sun.

Hurdles may assail us, casting shadows of despair,

But we stand tall, unyielding, with courage to bear.

Our branches may quiver, our leaves may tremble in fear,

But our spirit remains steadfast, undeterred and clear.

For deep within our being, resilience takes hold,

Nourished by determination, a fire in our soul.

We gather strength from struggles, rise against the gale,

And find hope blossoming, a triumphant tale.

Though the storms may toss us, test our strength and will,

We hold firm like mighty oaks, unyielding still.

With each hurdle we conquer, we forge a stronger bond,

And emerge from the tempest, brave and beyond.

In the aftermath of trials, a rebirth we find,

A renewal of spirit, leaving no doubts behind.

For just as storms subside, revealing the clear sky,

We too find solace, and the will to reach high.

So let the hurdles come, like storms in their might,

We shall face them head-on, with valor and light.

For within the struggles lie lessons to be learned,

And the growth that emerges, like spring's sweet return.