Twisting, tingling, spinning water Rushing past to **** the old man's daughter
Glaring, entrancing, burning fire Scorching the skin of priest o' sire
Twirling, whirling, spinning air Leaving man's house behind with only a scare
Crushing, rumbling, shaking earthquake That is how 782 families had to wake
The screams from the thunder storm Were heard all throughout town And that kind woman went to take her children inside When a lightning strike came crashing down
I had always been so sure That nothing like that could happen to me Until one day while on a sandy beach I saw a tsunami coming from the sea
this is my 32nd poem, written on 10/3/23. it was originally supposed to be abt the beauty of nature and then it turned into this so idrk