Stormy days
Before I knew… the other day
A storm went through
No reason, Just the season
Making way for the new
The body shook with every gust
Stretching fibers to the limit
The rain fell steady through these eyes
Washing pictures to the finish
The voice cried out with every wave
Broken sadness in the flow
As the wind raced through eternity
Touching roots that lay below
A storm went through…
No reason, just the season
Making way for the new
Does the tree asks
“Why the wind? Why me? Why now?
What have I done? What is it for?”
Looks for the story behind the blow?
Or does the flower think “Should I
Or should I not turn blossom, leaf and trunk
Toward the nourish of the sun?”
A storm went through
No reason, just the season
Making way for the new.