The Oak In The Storm

I stood looking out the window. There was a fierce storm blowing inside the house and out. I watched the old mighty oak that lived alone in the field across the street. It had weathered so many storms. It was battered, beaten, and damaged, yet it never lost root, never lost in its relentless fight to stay alive. When a storm came, it stood defiant, never cowering back from its formidable opponent. The winds would toss it to and fro, its leaves would scatter, but it never gave up. I turned back to face my own storm just as bravely.