Nature's Way: The Galloping Winds

The galloping winds across the sky,
Were piling up clouds, so thick and high

And swirling around as storm clouds do,
They soon covered o'er the sky, so blue.

Huge banks of black clouds built to the west;
Thunder and lightning allowed no rest.

See there's a strike; the sparks how they flew.
A forest alight, the fire grew.

The elk and deer bolted, fleeing fire;
A stumbling bear came out of the mire.

A seagull white, was caught in a twirl
Of smoke's black rage whose strength did soon hurl

A young, black crow right into its path;
Collision course in the fire's wrath.

The sky unleashed its quick fury too;
The rain pelted down drenching all through.

The winds blew high and the winds blew low;
With such damage fierce, it soon would show.

It seems there's no end to nature's mirth,
As out of it all, there came new birth.

Seeds sprouting up with new blossoms all;
A miracle as new trees grew tall.

The galloping winds are here to stay,
Still playing their role in nature's way.

Nature's way of dealing with galloping winds.