Wrinkly tree trunks appear to survive,
Crinkled like wisdom or waves of the sea,
Bold like a siren of warning to me,
Looking for answers I try to derive,

Somebody's life strewn in pieces like teardrops,
Across the front yard in a terrible scene,
More like a nightmare and less like a dream,
Rubble and dust mixed with shreds near the corn crops,

Nature is careless and mean in an instant,
Eyes closed they tremble from fear.

Wind shock and power destroys with its power bent,
The lives that they tried to build here.

Chaos's improbable choice in the moment,
Lives taken swallowed and sheared.