The Twists Of Nature

Fever pitched choreography, ballet
Swirling tango, twisted gray spiral coming closer
Bass throated roar, barely audible
A vision, both magnificent, and ferocious
The brain can hardly comprehend
A millisecond in reality
Time stands immobile, as nature
Unleashes its wrath upon the unsuspecting
Property, called home destroyed like
Pick up sticks, Trees uprooted, Boats, Trucks
And automobiles tossed about like a salad
Drama unfolding - Baited breath
No prophet can predict, the next occurrence
Man can later rebuild from this fury
Human life thrust to their endurance limit
We must have forgiveness, although never forget
Only a higher being knows the reason

by Sandra Glassman

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