Swift circles swirl in skies above
shrieks well from throats of birds
the air is charged with rags of clouds
yet I am undisturbed
Why does all nature herald threats
with signs all creatures feel
why do I choose to focus on
things that are quite unreal
Soon terror strikes and slams the earth
with torrents of wild rain
as life and limb like fragile leaves
succumb to dread and pain
Why do I seem surprised to see
destruction unforeseen
when will I blend with nature's signs
and feel what's always been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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