THE WIND

THE WIND

From the gentlest breeze,
Tickling the flower petals
And the long grass seeds,
To a full blown hurricane,
Venting its anger in a destructive path,
A swathe of devastation from whence it came
Until, at last,
Energy spent,
It
Subsides,
Tame as a lion,
Engorged,
Lolling in the shade,
Asleep.

©DGA 13 August 2011 09:38