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.