The thoughtful breeze grew mightier, when the virtuous moon was forced to hide. The thunder with his boastful rage, enough to disesteem the human's pride. The furious lightning with her smirky smile, flashed rapidly that grew fear in my leaves so naive. Yet with my roots deep inside the sweaty earth, Amidst the howling stormy night, I stood firm with my trunk too weak. The Writer Junction welcomes all the poet and poetess to participate in this competition. Please write in 4-6 lines. #yqdidi #yqbaba #yqyourquoteandmine #howlingstormtwj #thewriterjunction š Your write-up must be original. š Time Line - Till 27 June 06: 30pm š Please maintain our hashtags š Please Comment Done after Collab.