And then the world was set on fire,
Trees burning in the heat,
The situation got real dire,
Turning into an inevitable defeat.
The noise so silent
Pebbles dropping in the lake,
Slow vibrations turning violent,
Their force an exhilarating ache.
The wind was roaring,
Drowning out all sound,
My heart was soaring,
Up, up and away from the ground.
The earth was shaking,
Push turning into pull,
The current awakening,
Its stream not empty but full.
The air charged with electricity,
It’s music reaching a crescendo,
The sky filled with toxicity,
Every atom laced with innuendo.
The storm eventually breaking loose,
Its might relentless in its pursue.
No hope to negotiate a truce,
So greedy after its curfew.
Consuming everything as it goes,
And once at full speed,
It never slows.
It never slows.
© Virginia Stone
The Sassy Library Fox 