The water, from the torando is all around as a long duration, wave from miles it set''s at wade.

Coming from a distant wait it scares cattle away.

There ears and horn look in fray.

Because there life is a haze in a play.

When death is there resident they can't get away.

Because it has every inch and foot they will every place.

Sad it has to go this way to survive.

Many won't under stand there essences   because there hungry  is all they see.

Crazy world we live in when life is a kite race.