The Winds of War
The morning calm has greeted me with sun
the stillness of the day enjoyed by one
a breeze begins to move as time has passed
a leaf begins to dance around the trees
a gust is formed to add into the cast
to introduce the bending of the elms
the grass will sway as waves in oceans green
Along the shore the sailing ships move on
pushed by a squall it drifts against the tide
the squall has strengthened to the Winds of War
the day has darkened to an eerie mist
the surface winds create a cloud of dust
a funneled tube brings havoc to the land
destroying life and matter to the earth
the Winds of war have dealt their final blow
the next day comes with greeting by the sun
but this day will be enjoyed by no one
December 20, 2014
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2014
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