One wakes up at noon
to the wind howling
bitterly
Telling you to stay inside

But you walk up to the window
To stare at the greyness and
the glumness of it all
And you notice that
despite the roaring
the trees look completely still

Naked branches but still defiant
and you wish that you
could be that way

As solid as the trees
Never thwarted
Ever firm in the wind