The hurricane hits,
You batten down your hatches,
Try to secure everything.
It's all a big mess.
Respect our boundaries!
Soon you're just trying to survive,
Holed up in a small, safe room.
You doze off. When you awake,
Everything is still. You venture outside.
You gape, speechless!
The hurricane has taken
All you've ever known
And re-arranged it,
Leaving it perfect, resplendent:
The beauty you've always dreamed of!
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