Gusts soaring to fifty miles per hour
Whipping trees and the surf
Mother Nature showing her power
There is no equal on her turf
Tress bending
Still defending
Their spot on the earth
Surf roaring
And imploring
Hold tight to your mirth
Birds soaring
Often warring
Giving all their worth
Blustery days are beyond my ken
Often destroying what man made
Trying to predict where and when
Is the weatherman's masquerade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem...nature's work...its power and skills....its brilliant...kudos please do read my poem....a garden wish and surreal...n also leave a comment/criticism....thanks for sharing