A Storm of Seven Syllables

A squall blows in from the north

Tempestuous it’s gale rages

The wrath of mother nature

Ravaging all in her path

Heed the call with discretion

And woe be unto the one

Who dares ignore her decree

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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