Paper Cut Eyes

Storm

Storm

I can feel the surge of power in the air,

beckoning life from the trees.

Making nature swerve and swing

to the chant of flying leaves.

Water pouring with liquid grace,

drowning our earth in the essence of life.

Leaving the smell the most natural destruction,

a sacrifice for the sake of prosper.

Beams of light split the skies,

illuminating the world in a second of electrical glow.

Dark cotton masses

closes it's eyes

looking down on the earth,

showered in its tears.

As the skies clear,

and the is earth waking.

No words could describe,

a destruction so breathtaking.