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
The Mewriginal 
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