The Storm Poem by Noah Body

Roiling, dark storm clouds
Twisting and piling high
Oozing malevolent violence

Jagged sharp cracks of lightning
Merciless tears in reality's fabric
Remorselessly shredding the aether

Deafening aerial detonations
Hideous monstrous beastial roars
Pounding pulses in endless echoes

A raging torrent pouring down
The very air itself liquified
Whipped cruelly by tornadic winds

Metaphysical manifestations
Purest evil, anti life
Death incarnate come to destroy

Beat down upon a vast gray plain
Tortured and drowned, near destroyed
Yet in the center a single tree

A lonely tree, no life surrounds
Dead branches nearly torn asunder
Bowed by the evil monstrous force

But steadfastly refusing to quit
For way up atop the highest branch
One vibrant green leaf refuses to die

Confident and sure that despite the storm
The evil cannot win nor last forever
For the sun will rise again on the morrow