WIND
The wind is howling,At my feet.
The bows are tapping,
Out there beat.
The clouds are swirling,
Dark and overcast.
The rain is falling,
Thick and fast.
Before lightning strikes,
Heralding in dawn's early light.
A thunderous applause,
Signifies it's the end of night.
Where all on terra two awakens,
To the trembling earth beneath.
As the sun shines down it's cosmic rays,
Here on terra two it's another blustery day.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-12-05 at 03:06
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