The Storm

skies are clear
winds are calm
an empty horizon
as far as the eye can see

gray is building
branches sway
seas grow angry
what can this be

light has vanished
only clouds remain
life falling all ‘round
howls and screams

flashes, crashes
deafening noise
a Mother’s wrath
damage teems

tranquility returns
walls recede
landscapes altered
a worsening trend

losses mounting
time to reflect
too late for change
there is no end