"Thunderstorms, Floods and Water fury"
The sky is gray
The leaves are blowing
The flower lies wilted on the ground
The birds are gone
Theirs no more singing
Till the floods have gone
And the storm withdrawn
The trail is lined with weeping willows
That whisper fury that has just passed by
Days are numbered with a great supply
Of rising waters that billow high
And the word moves on
And the nights grow cold
And winds blow strong
Against my soul
Take my hand and lead me on
As the thunderous storms prolong
Raging sky continues to perform
And the fury waters have found their home
I’ve become informed
By Mother Nature
To settle through as I transform
The lightning now faded
The prolonged thunderstorm paraded
I was left a bit jaded
As memories cascade upon debris
The fear has risen
Yet the healing is envisioned
The soil mourns
The hurt unfolds
The storm adorns
The aftermath and it’s long parole
Am I stuck here in these waters
Must I face it all alone
As the world moves on with their daughters
I tread these floods orphaned and disowned
The the world moves on
And the nights grow cold
And winds blow strong
Against my soul
Take my hand and lead me on
The wreckage of an aftermath
The aftermath brings the shock and the hard work to rebuild... the fatige has set in from weathering the storm... it's going to be a long recovery... but possible with love and strength. To rebuild alone... with years of damage is far to devastating. The unity of love must come...wont you come... IN THE AFTERMATH
~L
