The trees kneel
To the presence of the powerful wind
Almost breaking
As their branches touch the ground
The wind, angry
Screams so hard it almost runs out of breath
The delicate stems
From the flowers nearby, break and lay limp on the ground
The grass is like
A hysterical mass of people running for the exit
During a fire
Sway frantically
The clouds swarm
Like a nest of angry bees
To block the light given off by the sun
As animals take cover near by
And so life continues and at a hurried pace
With no one noticing natures warning
As the rain falls upon my wind shield
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