Trees with wounded limbs Wave wildly in the wind Small, green strings from fetal leaves Dance in the music of the breeze
The hot, dry day turns dark with a sigh Clouds gather, rain begins to cry Thunder rolls in, the symphony of might In the stormy cloak of approaching night
Sleepy eyes, heavy with the storm’s serenade Cozy is the day as light starts to fade Wrapped in the rumbling storm A tranquil retreat
Vibrations of thunder, A blanket’s caress, Nature’s own cradle A haven of rest
In the heart of the storm Peace is found In the cozy cocoon Of nature’s sound
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