Glorious Storms

by PHOEBIX   May 22, 2009


Branches sway
In harshest winds
Some will break
Some just bend
Trees crack and die
Roots pulled asunder
Pieces fly
Amid the thunder
Give me storms
Sing exaltations
Nature's form
Of sanitation
Cleanse the earth
Of decaying life
Bring rebirth
Amid the strife

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