The wind it came from nowhere
Great gusts that roared around
The flowers lost their petals
Falling without a sound
The clouds they raced across the sky
Fleeting shapes that caught the eye
Black and grey no sun at all
Only the wind with it's howling call
Rainbow colours scattered the ground
Torn from their pride of place
A silken carpet of the brightest hues
Now laying as if they had drowned
Then suddenly the wind had ceased
And replaced with a golden sun
The birds returned to flying
And nature was at peace
Flowers will regain their heads once more
Trees will regain their leaves
Their loss in time will enrich the earth
Once more they will sway in the breeze
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Fabulous imagery.A well told story not only of nature but of life itself. Well done.