Hurricane
There was a hush that resounded
loud and still high in the trees,
stretched along the graying sky abounded
just above the flow of canopies;
a rush of wind racing
followed by rain deluge flowi
and the earth cleansing and erasing
the mark of man below.
We build and restucture the land
fooled by our controling minds
determined to make our mighty stand
but it is in the world at large we find
nature rules with greater commands.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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