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Natures Symphony


The Boiling angry sky building far above

Darkness descends as the sun is swallowed

The air feels prickly and thick with malice

We will soon witness the gods and drink from their chalice



There is a deep rumble felt across the land

As it signals the start of this display of power

All at once the heavens open and sheets of rainfall

A Sudden bright blinding light, and then the gods call



Deathly deadly spikes strike the land below

Laying waste and destroying things with its delicate touch

Looking at these mighty strikes, never two the same

Leaves a lasting impression on eyes and the brain



The wind builds, whistling through the trees

Pushing and bending them to its will

Whipping up leaves of red, brown and gold

Releasing them from gravities hold



As the temperature drops water turns to ice

Spheres, each unique, shatter the streets

On the roof, the fast tempo of a drum roll

As the sound penetrates deep into your soul



The pressure and sound continues to build

As rain and hale obscure all to see

More pour into every sense possessed

Reaching a crescendo, a sensational crest



The earth trembles from the release of energy

As water, ice and wind crash through the trees

Then there is a pause, a gradual quieting of all

An end to this single but mighty squall



The pause is brief, almost impossible to comprehend

The next movement begins to stir off of natures composition

All of the senses awaken once more

Ready for the next of natures score

Chris Duncan