In the heartland’s midst, where the wheat fields grow,
A dance of winds began to blow.
A whisper first, so soft and low,
Then rising fast, the gales did grow.
From gentle breeze to furious squall,
The sky turned dark at nature’s call.
A funnel formed, both wide and tall,
A spinning force that did enthrall.
With howling voice, the twister roared,
Across the plains, it danced and soared.
It swept up lives and dreams it floored,
Yet in its path, some found accord.
For there are those who chase the storm,
Seeking beauty that’s not the norm.
In chaos, they find the form,
Of nature’s art, which they adorn.
The tornado’s might, a fearsome sight,
A vortex of the day and night.
Yet in its wrath, there’s a light,
A power that shines ever bright.
It carves a path, a line so true,
A reminder of what nature can do.
In its wake, the world’s anew,
A chance to start, to renew.
So here’s to the love of the tempest’s spin,
To the thunderous, spiraling din.
For in the storm, we begin,
To see life’s dance, from within.
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As always a deep and moving piece well accompanied by connecting artwork.
Thank you very much! 😎
I had to come back to this and comment, I really like this one 😊
I appreciate that, and I’m glad you like it, Thank you Laura 😎
Beautifully written poem.
Thank you very much! 😎
you are welcome
Oh, so good to see your posts, John! Your poetry is well written and expressive.
I’m glad you found it, and thank you very much! 😎