STORM STORY

Dark as night the sun took flight

before the winds wild and tight

forced their way with all their might

across the city showing no pity.

Trees split and showered leafy bowers,

or erupted from the ground with nary a sound

their roots so deep now unbound.

The wind became the only sound

creaking and weeping across sky and ground

raining tears in swirling fears that pound

hearts startled as they ran for cover

before a storm like no other.

I love a storm which reminds us all

that we have little say at all.

Climate has a mind of its own and yet

we must never forget and quickly recall

That we cannot tame nature

but we can tame our selves.

Natural disasters may not not be natural

after all.

What more do we need to believe

climate change has come to stay

unless we find a new way

to harness wind and sun and wave.

I welcome the message the storm left behind.

We must not delay altering our minds

and opening our hearts to the divine

which moves through nature’s mysterious ways

to offer us life day after day,

until storms take away sunny days with dark displays

of the death and destruction at play

among those who refuse to change their ways.

The future is ours, like it or not.

It is not too late to do what we ought.