Swirling towards me the winds begin to fasten,
warnings had been made,
but now we were past them,
waiting and waiting we hid in the dark,
we could hear around us that it had begun.
Rushing, crushing the trees lay around,
blowing, chopping, knocking them around,
so much happening that we did not know of,
panic growing of what we had forgotten,
hours passed the winds began to slow,
we emerged from hiding and saw so much hurt,
trampled, wrecked the town we had built,
taken, stolen by the cyclone that had hit,
tears and shame,
all that it left behind,
people, shaking,
I could not believe my eyes.
