I hear the wind.
I watch the shutters tremble.
I cower in fear of the beast fighting to
Rip through my window.
I tear downstairs, flashlight in hand;
We have no lights.
Mom! Dad! I'm scared!
But it's alright.
Through the big window
We can see the backyard. I
Watch as my childhood playground
Topples over in the wind.
I'm not sad though... I'm fascinated.
My childish world, lost in the beast,
Yet I don't care.
The beast is not my friend, but
It is no longer my enemy.
This beast is
BEAUTIFUL.