Out In Limbo

The sky darkened. Brilliant daylight changed in a flash to pitch black night, which dramatic hue Lulumon Pellegrino found blinding!

A torrential didst crash like a tsunami from the sky. The downpour pelted every square inch of ground around the tree trunk upon which a canopy of grand lion size paw leaves temporarily staved off saturation.

Mean looking waves of water rapaciously, sadistically, and tumultuously pelted me with one after another vertical crash, sans watery brickbats hurled, slapped, thwacked analogous to giant sheets loosed from humungous atmospheric bedlam!

An accompanying strong wind bent topmost branches decimating cradled boughs, which mightly limbs made a crash test dummy sound upon the muddied earthen floor.

Beastial celestial dinner hells bells caused a deafening, earsplitting, and ferocious howling and oppressive crash.

The raging storm battered unrelentingly, witheringly re wuthering heights – giving willow credence to weep.

Amidst barking cacophony, the zapping whirling vortex tore to shreds protective wooden armor encasing this once glorious green gingham housed biota forcing the old sassy tree to perform the strip tease, as invisible Banshee daemons fiendishly hurled (from an invisible strong arm) jagged lances.

Every last ounce of strength summoned from this bantamweight writer, which wicked witch wantonly whipped posterior. Though flagellated as if punished, no penance would be paid per viewing mine existence lose.

Nonetheless, the malicious nefarious and odious cyclonic forces incessantly lashed out in an all-out attempt to spell mine demise.

No force of nature would pry instinctually survivalist-rooted tenacity inherent within these lovely bones.

Vicious forces tried to wrench tentative grip, which water laden hands loosened and slipped a smidgen viz Lifelock upon sturdy branch would not be broke!

Every leaf except one (meaning me: Leif Ericson) sheared from sharply jagged wall heaved from heavens.

As furies grew fiercer, they tossed, spun and pitched me to and fro (wrought by fiendish forces of nature). Though sapped with utter resignation, an untapped reservoir of doggone faith within this lone star spinning treetop weathervane whipped up motivational speaker within thine flesh.

I found thyself clinging ever stronger with tree men das effort for dear life and limb.

The howling hideous hounds tried in vain to yank me sternly ironclad hold, but I remained sturdy and held steadfast to stem being sacrificed, this despite stalk twisting in the heinous gale.

This serrated blade runner got rammed to and fro, hither and yon, but the might of mother earth could not dislodge me from a strong bond to thy dun woody home where I logged a lifetime of weather that spanned the gamut from A to Z.

Perhaps life as a budding bundle of healthy green genetics allowed, provided and enabled me to survive foreign tempest loosed from an analogous teapot.

EPILOGUE:

Neither atmospheric phenomenon, unmoored this sear rated resilient Homo sapiens IP nodule.

Even many moons hence, the onset of cooler temperatures whence old man winter will schlep around the house at pooh’s corner.

All thru out, fate ordained this left-wing Leif motif as potential tasty morsel when photosynthesis burst on the skein of me being, and even at thyme of this writing, an idea planted to leave one can endure any adversity, no matter man-made or sprung from the xylem and phloem of thyself!