Mighty Storms
Storms, mighty storms proceed
Coming from the far west
Bringing Pacific's anger
On their trip with a quest
The north wind howls fiercely
Uses its whip on the trees
Bending, breaking branches
Nature brought to its knees
But during this chaos
Somehow, I'm allured
At raw power prevailing
Wonder how the weak endured
In your raging tempest
I've seen a cleansing force
Washing away tree's burdens
Excess baggage, remorse
You've given liberation
From stagnant stifling air
A chance to start anew
With freshness that you bear
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