Christy Shuler

There was a tree that stood alone It had been split in two With fortitude it lingered Past the bolt that shot it through In winter, rain, storm or shine Both halves stood fixed by roots The left side weak and broken The right tall and absolute The seasons passed The summer went And soon snow piled high On top the left side hanging low Beneath the harsh cold sky Its branches snapped Its bark howled too The right side lost control The left side landed, roots exposed It died a half made whole - C.R. Shuler