Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Airing It Out

Today’s winds acting tough 
Arguing with the ocean waves getting rough 
“What is this stuff?
Enough Enough!!” 
Man commented on the land 
About the natural fan 
“Would you chill? 
Doing this at will?” 
But the whirling 
Kept swirling 
“Are you done up there? 
In the air” 
Man wanted the truth 
Before something rips off the roof 
This was a feud 
That was really rude 
Feeling the bite 
Seas looking angry in this fight 
Rocking a boat 
Trying to stay afloat 
On the sidelines were the clouds 
Hearing invisible obnoxious sounds 
Shining the spot light 
That was yellow and bright 
On this day not even fit to fly a kite 
“You are so out of control 
Being so bold
Thinking you just can scold” 
Man exclaimed about the flying cold 
It was a debate that started from above 
Pelting its point closing its hand wearing a glove 
Cooling the summer heated love 
Freezing the peaceful dove 
“This bitterness has to end 
Come to closure with what you defend” 
Man hollered 
Under his collar 
Then she came along 
Asked, “What is wrong? 
What is with all this fuss? 
Is it a must? 
Having all these gusts?” 
After the elements had a listen 
Stillness projected an image that glistened 
And Mother Nature fulfilled her daily mission 
Soothing a savage beast 
To say the least 
While man took it in stride 
Watched the simmering tides 
Realizing the surf 
Defended its turf 
“Honey it doesn’t matter where it blows,” 
She said since the lady knows 
When to let it go

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