When the storm of doubts, ill will and fate,
Blow harder than ever for me to get uproot,
Let me stay still or be flexible to the tunes at least,
Not to lose my griping integrity from the soil not to exit,
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a great write about the potential within not just the optical illusion presented.
With alll the negative news coming our way all the time through the sensation hungry media, one needs strong roots not to be carried away with the storms that are portrayed. I love the wisdom expressed in this poem. Excellent work