A Time of Thanks

The Aftermath

As the winds begin to roar

and the heavens darken we can

but give way to nature and find

shelter in one of man's many creations.

Although such creations are little more

than a few meager sticks to the upcoming

storm no other refuge can be found less

we burrow beneath the earth and nestle

next to the lowly creatures that reside there.

As the rains continue and water washes away

all signs of man's existence driven by winds

that torture the trees and send the greatest of

man's accomplishments flying through the air like

mere feathers we can but bow to the fury that

is nature and hope that the lesson provided this

day does not go unheeded. We may scar the

Earth with unbridled contempt but her resilience

and power will long prevail after the bones of man

have all since turned to dust.