This was a poem I wrote while on Spring Break my last year of college.... Enjoy
I was looking out the window at the barren trees and remembering summer with all it's twists and turns....
Tornado
It started with wind
Touching the trees lightly and
Tickling their leaves
Up next came the clouds
Dark and ominous, oozing
Over the prairie
Then came the wet rain
Gently at first, preceding the
Deafening downpour
The wind, once gentle
Now rages at the black sky
Trees tremble with fear
Furious, black, and twisted
A finger from the heavens
Reaches to the earth
Tenaciously the
Infant leaves cling to Mother
Her roots quake the ground
The finger rips, tears,
Uproots Mother, sucking her
To a splin’tring death
Quickly as it came
The villain leaves, a crooked
Path left in it’s wake
Death seems the only
King, but Mother still smiles
Her life did not end
Some infants live on
Though thrown to the ground, refuse
To be beaten now
In the path of death
Her fragile seeds bring new life
Beauty from the ashes
Clouds, once ominous
Now float happily above
The children of pain
Long ago one was
Beaten but now lives again:
It started with the wind
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