
up on high, grayish
tinge….oh my!
Hyperactive branches
to and fro they sway
eerie shadows alight
the way. Whistling tunes
of wayward winds
a soul doth cringe.
Obese droplets of
rain so wantonly
sneak….chillingly
refreshing so to speak.
Rustic aroma of dampened
earth, rebirth of depleted
greenery. NATURES FURY,
NATURES TANTRUMS
pure, undiluted beauty.
©️12/5/21.
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