The Nature Of Gust Wind!

When a sudden gust of wind blows,
Trees wiggle in flow,
Branches break asunder,
Dust raises thunder,
Thither, the sun hides,
A farrow of cold air breaks,
It's some tree's earthquake,
Not an hour of abate
That grows hate, or sets fate.
The walls of Jericho will fall,
Those stuck together will gather
And soon meet for a moon dance.

by Tiyani Shadrack Manganya

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