The Storm
The fury of the storm, it comes
God’s rage, it seems to some
Thunder, hail and strong winds too
The earth quakes beneath our shoes
Fire burns, the wind strips bare
The blizzard weaves its frozen snare
And man cannot forget the sea’s
Within calm waters is hidden fury
Nature’s wrath knows no restraint
Destruction is the storm’s paint
Tumultuous, thunderous sounds to pick
The tune, the storm’s melodious music
To man it gives, small signs to detect
To which, would be wise to heed and respect
Or else it won’t just be land, battered and torn
For man will seem to embrace the storm
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