the winds fill the ears of the trees with painful melodies
and tears of the sky fill their being with long forgotten sorrow...
the earth shakes with tremor, like a sobbing body,
the groung opens, with a hideous smile, dribbling with red
glowing spit, waiting to swallow some hazardous victim...
tornadoes are dancing, deadly ballet of nature, taking to their
frenzy, anyone to their fancy!
leaving the stage empty, apart from the spotlight of the
thunder and the dying sound of the storm....
the rain will wash away the last remain, witness of his beauty.
behind the great shadow, the sun is waiting to take the
stage and rob his friends from the applause again...
copyright@H.Naudet dit margot
