THE STORM

Teasingly it caresses the leaves

Sending them into an orgiastic dance

The trees sway to its manly touch

Groaning in a reverential trance

The dust swirls to its wanton tune

As its might mushrooms

Provocatively it whispers to get ready

The light dims and the atmosphere becomes heightened

Clouds get into formation directly above

Swaddling all till the light of another day

It will do whatever it may

The hopeful are fretful

Expectantly they await this invisible force

All about is to be ravaged

Everyone will be exposed

In a hypnotic frenzy all is compelled to march

Pulsations vibrate from leaf to leaf

The branches sway hysterically

Bowing and flexing bravely

All and sundry must obey

If they wish to exist another day

None can escape

None can flee

Rooted as they are they all pray

The messiah is above

But he seems silent today

It is demanding

Forceful and self-serving

It Uproots and wantonly destroys

Erratically harangues all

Forcefully it calls

Causing a calamity

Before its eventual fall

Every layer is turned upside down

The roots appeal for calm

The ground moans as its cover is blown

The trunks do beseech the heavens above

The canopy wails aching for sympathy

Everyone wonders why me

No one expects anything but a climactic catastrophe

Who will be the first to fall?

Someone always does

Those that proudly stood

Are now prostrate

Calm mysteriously offers surrender

The eye of the storm

A brief respite

A sigh is heard as all assess the damage

Leaves have fallen to the ground

Unwillingly disowned

Branches once held up high are no more

Littering the forest floor

The tree is damaged right to the core

It starts again

Its rampage never seems to end

With spiteful vigour the torment resumes

Pummelling all with delightful ferocity

The rhythm of the swaying intensifies

The groaning of the weak multiples

All await their moment of doom