The Perfect Storm
A slight breeze illuminates dreams
An enlightened sense of ones self being
Perfect weather on a sunny day
All grief sustained fades away
As trees sway under beautiful skies
Mother Nature idles by
As she plays her sweet soft tune
Dazed we seem by a favoring bloom
A vision for in which we see
Paradise for in which we seek
Blinded in by good of heart
Thwarted by a brewing dark
An instant change in bright clear skies
Subtle seems now another life
Chaos turned to rumbles and sparks
The whistle of wind sears the heart
Mastery displayed as if an art
Here is where it all starts
Anxiety creates a wishful end
As the storm settles in
The clash and bangs consolidate chance
Hindering on a disastrous fringe
Creeping as if filled with rage
This world outside set at bay
Condemned to hours rushed away
Bearing down as if we’re prey
A booming roar sets display
To streaking lights distance fades
Buildings creek as if to weep
Slammed again by debris
Trees seem to bow to the ground
As if to honor a memorial found
Waves clash like charging bulls
A jagged scene set is bestowed
Here we are set to wait
Nestled till a safer day
Inside it seems a settle tomb
While awaiting in the gloom
For the light of day hidden away
To be seen seems ample disarray
How to feature such a blow
The world outside seems to hold
For it is our protector’s rock
Life has always seemed to fought
The fight against a certain doom
To a start of life fresh anew
For the storm begins to fade
Bearing a catastrophic stage
Displaying a cycle in which is life
Encountering self set aside
Grasping together for another chance
United is now how we stand
An enlightened sense of ones self being
Perfect weather on a sunny day
All grief sustained fades away
As trees sway under beautiful skies
Mother Nature idles by
As she plays her sweet soft tune
Dazed we seem by a favoring bloom
A vision for in which we see
Paradise for in which we seek
Blinded in by good of heart
Thwarted by a brewing dark
An instant change in bright clear skies
Subtle seems now another life
Chaos turned to rumbles and sparks
The whistle of wind sears the heart
Mastery displayed as if an art
Here is where it all starts
Anxiety creates a wishful end
As the storm settles in
The clash and bangs consolidate chance
Hindering on a disastrous fringe
Creeping as if filled with rage
This world outside set at bay
Condemned to hours rushed away
Bearing down as if we’re prey
A booming roar sets display
To streaking lights distance fades
Buildings creek as if to weep
Slammed again by debris
Trees seem to bow to the ground
As if to honor a memorial found
Waves clash like charging bulls
A jagged scene set is bestowed
Here we are set to wait
Nestled till a safer day
Inside it seems a settle tomb
While awaiting in the gloom
For the light of day hidden away
To be seen seems ample disarray
How to feature such a blow
The world outside seems to hold
For it is our protector’s rock
Life has always seemed to fought
The fight against a certain doom
To a start of life fresh anew
For the storm begins to fade
Bearing a catastrophic stage
Displaying a cycle in which is life
Encountering self set aside
Grasping together for another chance
United is now how we stand
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