The Storm and the Oak Tree
Lightening strikes the tree is dead

The Storm and the Oak Tree
The storm raged,
a fury unleashed,
As lightning split
the darkened sky.
A bolt of fire,
swift and keen,
Struck the old oak,
reaching high.
The mighty tree,
once proud and strong,
Now shook in fiery pain.
Embers danced,
a chaotic show,
As flames consumed
the ancient wood.
Black smoke billowed,
miles around,
A grim reminder
of the storm's might.
The forest watched
in silent dread,
As nature's power
took its hold.
The leaves, once green,
Now charred and black,
against the sky.
Life, once vibrant,
now unseen,
Extinguished by
the fiery breath.
The fallen giant,
stark and bare,
A haunting echo
in the air.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (4)
So glad you did thanks for reading it ♦️❤️♦️✍️🏆
Oh wow, so intense and poignant. Loved it!
Anazibg👍⭐️
This is kind of a sad poem. Maybe an acorn fell, and a new oak will start to grow. Good work.