a solitary tree stands firm in a field of wheat, where amber waves of grain display yellow cowardice, waving in the wind. the upright tree stands tall, stiff, unmoving, until, sudden storms approach, electrifying everything- a crackling calm, but then, thunder shakes and showers render heaven's lightning a fiery flare, cinders fly then sparks are out, amid a toppled tree once elegant, now on its knees. the only tree in a field of waking dreams may be struck down, and yet, it seems that blackened stump still stands above the bowing heads of wheat.