Speaking Hues

Hurricane for living!

Green meadows, freshly barbered,
the shiny reflection on its blades from the sunlight.
Over the horizon I see, your divine might
Painted on canvas, your blessings in disguise.
The cuckoo's songs of wisdom
The hay of fevered joy.
Marina Strawberry near the bay
My only fear is the havoc of the greens.
The vault of heaven covered with thunder mist.
Air began to lose it's temper
And pepper dust began to blow.
I know it will soon come to an end
Who can stop the destruction, human power futile for life.
Absorb some sunlight and cool down warm ocean water, the engines of hurricanes could be fought.
Trust in goddess Demeter
If it happens it cannot be stopped, it is a seeker, ‘Oh my Lord!
The essence of living, the benevolent being.’
The hurricane brings life to the mundane. Sediments of gold and slips never to repeat.

-Anisa