A train runs through my sky today

Once stagnant trees now bend and sway

The windows shake from den to attic

Nothing is still, nothing is static


Even inside I feel it moving

Mother Nature’s harsh reproving

Scolding with infernal gusting

Walls of air, pushing, thrusting


Tearing all it can asunder

All she’s made is strewn and plundered

Limbs and leaves to cover all

The victims of her vicious squall

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