Life Of A Storm...Sonnet Poem by elysabeth faslund

Life creates the sentient miracle
of reincarnated greenery young.
Delicacy summoning first buddings.
Hatchlings from the warm nest of Mother Earth.

Ah! One tiny leaf peeks for predators.
More, many more, leaves. Safety in numbers.
Dancing, flowing, rustling, dreaming with wind.
Wind folding, cuddling these infants' toddling.

Wind folding in on itself. Vortexes
circling, swirling maniacally. Storm
life creates the sentient miracle
of reincarnated greenery young.

And thus the cycle ever repeats itself.
Storms are not the end. Storms are beginnings.