The Thunderstorm
When the tree in the bush
are yearning and the blue
skies are angry, the dark
clouds will blaze and bark
so when the dark cloud
are crying out loud
and the leaves are drinking,
I know nature is the one singing
Singing songs of succor
to the plants that are poor,
who’s beating the drums?
…the thunderstorms
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