It's about to storm,
But I don't care.
I'm outside,
And the winds heavy
Along with my footsteps,
My mind is in my head,
Not outside with the storm,
It's sheltered away,
In the dark safe abyss of my brain.

The dust makes a mini tornado,
It's beautiful,
Second only to the harsh fearsome clouds that roll through the sky like waves.

A leaf flies off a tree,
Its time coming faster than anticipated.
It's sad leaf siblings know that it's just life though,
They Dave their pigment for another month.

I guess the point is that the world is fierce, but just as sad. Kind of like everyone in a way