The howling wind tore in from the sou' west
Ripping, tearing, destroying
Horizontal rain striking with the force of darts and arrows
Shredding and mangling fresh green leaves
Mangled bruised and battered flowers
Yesterday so fresh and vibrant
But now the shattered remnants of natures
Phsycodelic show
Small birds huddling in water logged nests
Mice and small creatures now drowned remains
Fledgling chicks now damp reminders
That nature always has her way
But nature always has a way
To repair the damage she has caused
With the warmth of a new sun
Fresh leaves appear
And on rent flowers fresh new buds
With the warmth new life begins
Thus is natures way
Eventually the storm will pass
To herald a brand new day