Sounds of a Forrest Storm
The wind blows as the night gets old,
And rain comes down softly and swiftly.
The trees dance as the storm hits.
Lightning and Thunder striking them down
Like little kids do with block towers.
The forest is filled with the melody of the animals;
The owls hooting, deer roaming, and running away from the storm;
And the wolves howling at the moonless night.
As the storm breaks down, the noise quickly gets quieter
As the forest falls asleep again.
Copyright © Dante Asci | Year Posted 2016
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