The Devil's Unleveled Of Storms! Poem by Michael Gale

A forever flower's faltering missed...
Begets all nature's promising list.

Dew drops settle so lazily in the early
morn's grassy blades...As crickets
carefully run for cover, from an upcoming
storm's torrential rain!

Flash floods spill out chest high waves...
Making men, nature's unwilling held slaves!

Storms so forboding and darkness well
spent...Eminates from the Devil, so evilly
sent!
01-09-2006'.


Michael Jeffrey Gale