The Perfect Storm

A perfect storm on its treacherous course, The wonder of nature and its powerful force. In the storm's eye, it is calm and serene, It's the mayhem around that lies in between. A power unleashed that knows not of grace, When ravaging landscapes, whilst leaving its trace. The heartbeat of thunder is a symphonic sound, The pandemonium surrounding is fierce and unbound. Yet here in the eye where silence resides, Is a moment suspended as fury collides. When inside the vortex, its strength and its might, The power of destruction is a wondrous sight. A world splintered into fragments and out of control, In the eye lies its chaos, looking through its porthole. Amidst all the turmoil, as the world, it explodes, You see plans for the future, as hope it erodes. With a future uncertain, with an end always near, As time it stands still in its own stratosphere. Remember, time that is lost it is never found again, Each second is a treasure we find it hard to retain.