A friendly storm?
Ha, you don't try to convey those very often. :D
I really like the anthem-like feeling to this song! You pull it off quite nicely, and that's great considering it's supposed to be one...
Hmm. I'm noticing that you're, I think, getting carried away with all the instruments right before the interlude... let's see. There are low strings, medium-ranged strings, pizzicato strings, (very well-used, by the way) brass, a choir, a singer, and the percussion... it all stacks up and makes the song quite cluttered, crowded, muddy, even. And what's more is that I'm sure you think the song would sound empty or wrong without one or two - otherwise you'd be yanking them off before they could cause any harm. :P Right? It's happened to me all the time. :D I'd suggest looking at how many instruments are in each range and seeing if the problem is there. For example, in the mid-range, I can hear a choir, the pizzicato strings, and maybe some legato strings though I can't tell because everything's so crowded. Hope this helps... :)
Hmm... the song slowed down for what seemed to be an interlude, but then it took off and left me here. :( Where'd it go? >:( I was hoping you'd pick it up again for one last bang of an ending. Aah well, I suppose anthems don't usually do that... :P
Storytime!
Humble villagers on the outskirts of a town barely subsist. They seem typical, uncreatively-made peasants, but, in reality, they really ARE typical, uncreatively-made peasants. :D Anyway, one of the children among them had a love for gardening and wanted to plant a tree one day. Eventually, their dream came true - the parents bought a seed and together the tree was planted. And so the life of a great tree began.
The family took care of the tree together, and in return it grew, providing them with shade and something to be proud of. The family passed on but their descendants took care of the tree, as it grew so mighty it couldn't be missed. It definitely was something to be proud of.
Some hundred years later, the now-old tree still was alive - and, in fact, had an entire village based around it. And circulating around the typical, uncreatively-made peasants of THAT village was a myth - that the great tree was planted by a child of a family no greater than theirs, which meant that they too could do great things.
And they always remembered that it came from a seed.
Ha, I like it! How about you? :) Great song, keep up the great work, Maestro. :)