Clouds, and winds and hurricane, Tornado, breeze and gale. We ask you stop your torment, But we plead to no avail. Sometimes you are quite gentle, Supporting graceful birds in flight. But we ask, when you get angry, You keep our frailty in sight. As with all the elements, How can we understand? Are you peaceful, loving souls? Are your motives underhand? For sometimes you astound us, With your gracefulness in flight. But then when you toil and trouble us, Our only emotion fright. Are you actions well thought out? Or are they simply random? I suppose us men shall never know, I just hope that we can stand them.
Reason for writing:
Again the Mother Nature syndrone. Calm and peaceful,
yet deathly powerful and angry.
Birth sign: Not entered
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