The Pond

A roaring sound engulfs my head What is it I ask? as I look for protection At last I rest and look from the shed The storm approaches in my direction. I see the raindrops piercing the pond Water shoots up as if resting on spikes The wind blows hard and the green leaves fall The sky is black and the lightning strikes. The birds take shelter and animals hide The fish don't worry, "We are protected" The air is gusty, and the wind blows wide The water rises but this is expected. Suddenly, gone from a pond of plenty In just a few seconds, that's all it takes The water spills and the pond becomes empty Migrating ones home, far down to the lakes. Moral: Don’t take thing for granted! RVW 2001