The Storm

 I Ran to the forest for shelter,
Breathless, half sobbing;
I put my arms round a tree,
Pillowed my head against the rough bark.

"Protect me," I said.
 "I am a lost child.
"
But the tree showered silver drops on my face and hair.

A wind sprang up from the ends of the earth;
It lashed the forest together.

A huge green wave thundered and burst over my head.

I prayed, implored, "Please take care of me!"
But the wind pulled at my cloak and the rain beat upon
me.

Little rivers tore up the ground and swamped the bushes.

A frenzy possessed the earth: I felt that the earth was
drowning
In a bubbling cavern of space.
 I alone--
Smaller than the smallest fly--was alive and terrified.

Then for what reason I know not, I became trium-
phant
"Well, kill me!" I cried and ran out into the open.

But the storm ceased: the sun spread his wings
And floated serene in the silver pool of the sky.

I put my hands over my face: I was blushing.

And the trees swung together and delicately laughed.

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