'Nature's Wrath' Poem by Alvin Willis

'Nature's Wrath'



Roaring thunder lights up the
violet sleepy skies.

The taste of coldness
as it completely transforms.

The sight of a wither, thorn-less rose
trying to overcome.

The scent of pine through a frightful,
coniferous forest.

Hurtful, hazing hail racing down like
small bombs.

The thought of a new day peeping through a
darken horizon.

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