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The winds of change blow wild and free

Right before my eyes,

Thunder singing with the rain

As lightning fills the skies.



Beauty existing as a cause of pain;

A piece of art, a form of strife.

Once again Creation insists

On mimicking my life.



All is quiet and all is still

As danger roams the land.

What we are so sure we hold onto today

Can be taken from our hands.



We let it free and we let it be

For we know that in the end

We have no say nor any control

There is no way to defend.



Will God Almighty let us live,

Or will we find it is our time to go?

The answer to this simple thought

Is that only The Almighty knows!



So I put my faith into whatever fate

That will come in whatever form,

For right now though, I must go

To watch the peacefull fury of the storm.