I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots.
They spread like wildfire through the ground.
Cementing me here.
I stiffen my back, stand tall like a mighty oak,
Putting on the face of bravery and willingness.
Potential storms threaten to knock me down.
But I can take them.
Their wind, their rain, their powerful lightning.
All can crash heavily against my surface
Or strike me to my core, but I still shall stand.
Rooted here, unwavering,