Friday, October 30, 2009

The Storm

(written at 14)

The grey-black clouds
form in the sky
an invisible wind
draws them nigh.
the trees
like thousands of
clapping hands
shelter the wildlife
from barren lands
the rain falls gently
on the fields
to help the growth
of what they yield
the sun shines brightly
after the rain
and everything’s calm
and peaceful again.

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