The Wind

The sun had woken up the people. The morning was quietly inspiring with a role, When a deafening strong wind irrupted; It hurled and made trees bend. Grass everywhere was ruffled vastly. I could not move properly. Birds hid in branches of trees; I too feared being blown on knees. Leaves fell off the trees, others flew up. Dust covered the grass and the flowers top. Beauty became ugliness at once, But suddenly quietness reigned like pence. As the wind reduced its intensity, Everything became normal in mind. Though with fear at times and prosperity, Life for sure continued to find. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile