Human Tornado

The storm doth rage, the winds are whipping all in its path turn minds to gripping tighter to the trees, the ground what's solid, firm, what's till around The funnel whirls, it spins, it roars all in its grip arise and soar the closer to its core you hold your heart, your blood must ere grow cold The tempest's might grows stronger then to lash and tear, to rip and rend you cannot fight, there's no resistance your choices; flee or go the distance This force of nature has no peer it clasps with fury to one's own fears to stay's a fate, a choice not taken to flee, to live, one must awaken