"Safe from the Storm"


The trees they sway.

The wind convey,

Their branches all a ’swinging.

The breeze can whisper,

Make you shiver,

On feathery wisps a ’winging.


The wind grows louder,

Cooling powder,

A dusting mist falls down.

The wind blows harshly,

Rain stings smartly,

The sky a darkening crown.


Keen air is screaming,

Hail be gleaming,

Our storms barrage rips leaf from twig.

But just below,

The soaked earth lo!

The ants do safely dig.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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