An apple tree stands tall in the field.
The sky is clear, the wind is still.
There’s danger lurking. I can feel…. A storm brewing in the distance.
The wind picks up. The sky grows gray.
I wish somehow I could escape the wind and rain that comes my way…. Its frightening.
The storms as painful as they seem and part of Satan’s evil scheme are stepping stones to greater things…. We’re strengthened.
The sun comes out. I stand amazed to see the trees upon their face. Vain existence now erased…. They’ve fallen.
Though the treacherous storms arise who seek to send us our demise. They are essential to survive…. Without them, we’re barren.
Written by Bret
Journey Into Freedom 