The Storm
The torrent of the river flows on
The rush of the water covers the rocks
Submerged in the current
The logs float in the wash
The wind strains the trees
The pine needles whistle in the air
The intense storm changes direction
Charging the forest with electricity
Jolting the quiet world with fire balls
Sparking the kindling of the forest
Lighting the darkness with brilliance
Violently exposing the lamb of our earth
The heavens move over the raw earth
Darkening clouds of fury screaming warnings
Heaping dregs of the sky on the parched earth
Twisting it's power, displaying it's wrath
The earth trembles under the intensity
The grass yields to the barbaric rage
Lying down in it's path
Flattening itself against the desiccated ground
And the attack of the storm strikes on
