Out of a very deep dark cloud
A howling wind
Blowing hard
With a very angry sound
Twisted trees
Tumbling down to the ground
As the monster moves on
A devastating sight
It leaves behind
Ugly is the aftermath
Of a wounded world
The soggy ground
In the morning sun
It awakens
From the night mare!
That has just occurred
A different perspective
Being thankful
Just to be alive
All the lives that could have
Been taken
But left alone and allowed to remain
Tell the horror story!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem