Defined As Me

The winds in the trees, making them swirl with fury. The rain making them droop, weeping impurities. The sorrow they feel, makes them bend from the branches. Like these melancholy trees, I have to stand against the strong winds that slap my face. Tears falling, head bowed, noone needs to see me this way. When the sun shows I will stand as tall and strong as the trunk of that tree. After going through the storm and standing up for what I believe, I'll come out &only be defined as me.