I Love Storms

The tide rises to the out of norm unsterdy yet graceful tree on your beach. The lady who took the picture is the storm in the background surrounding the child with a whirlwind of Bioshock fear and remorse. The tree does not believe in competition. This is the storm in the milky white sky. He is the storm...in the milky white sky for which the Christmas tree will suffer greatly for. The tree which had no hopes of beating Crystal white..surrounded by the storm....for the branches bared a son....who is now seen as the devil. I still pray for the milky white storm. But that is only something a child's heart..truly deserves.