Poem: The Tree and the Storm

A man observed a large oak tree

Majestic, strong, and tall.

So old was the forest giant

He rose above them all.

This man observed a storm roll in

And toss the tree about.

The wind whipped branches to and fro,

The rain near drowned it out.

Upon the breaking of the storm

He glanced up at the tree,

And saw that it was smiling

And thought “How can this be?”

“Oh, tree,” he asked “Why aren’t you mad

At this indignant storm?

See how it accosted you,

It nearly blew you o’er!”

“Why should I be mad?” it asked

“Should I then hate the rain,

Which cleanses me and gives me drink

So I can rise again?

“Or should I loathe the wind you say

Has threatened me with harm?

Should I raise my branches to its face,

Or shout with great alarm?”

“It seems you should do something, tree,”

The man replied with spite,

“To teach it of the mighty oak

It this day dared to fight!”

“Fight?” the tree inquired

As it laughed, and then went on,

“Why the storm was just reminding me

Of how I love the sun.

“So now that it has shone again,

I truly love its light.

For it I hold deep gratitude,

Thanks to the stormy night.

“And I, a solitary thing

Have only love to show

For the wind you judged as violent

As it moved my body so.

“For as I stand immobile

Should I walk? Nay, not a chance!

But this storm of violent honesty,

It taught me how to dance.”

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. sheldonk2014 says:

    What a great poem. How the tree has life beyond what man can see, can realize. The poem moves so well and the images just jump off the screen. Great work.

    1. courtneyherz says:

      Thank you so much. Satnam. 🙂

    1. courtneyherz says:

      ❤ to you, too! 😀

  2. Hi Courtney. I love this poem, I’m looking to feature a short poem in a performance program as a tribute to the location of the performance. May I have your permission to use it? Would you have any issue with me just using my favorite lines? “Fight?” the tree inquired
    As it laughed, and then went on,
    “Why the storm was just reminding me
    Of how I love the sun.
    “So now that it has shone again,
    I truly love its light.
    For it I hold deep gratitude,
    Thanks to the stormy night.
    “And I, a solitary thing
    Have only love to show
    For the wind you judged as violent
    As it moved my body so.
    “For as I stand immobile
    Should I walk? Nay, not a chance!
    But this storm of violent honesty,
    It taught me how to dance.”

    1. courtneyherz says:

      Absolutely! It would be great if you could credit me as the author, but I’m happy to let you use it! Very honored that you would want to. ❤ Thanks!!!

      I'd love to see a picture! 🙂

      1. Wow! Thanks for the instant response. I would most definitely credit you as the author. I’ll send you the final program when its done. Is there a way to post a picture here? I’m a choreographer in Austin putting on a show in the beirgarten of Live Oak Brewing Company. Its gorgeous! Are you located anywhere near here?

      2. courtneyherz says:

        No, I’m not! 😦 I live in California for now. Wish I could come and see it! I’ve been meaning to visit that area, though. Lots of great opportunities in the fine arts, I hear, and since I’m also an artist I wanted to check it out. Not sure if you can post pictures in a comment, but you can always feel free to email me at courtneyherzwrites@gmail.com. 😀 Thanks again for your interest! ❤ I'm honored.

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