From the sky came thunder,
lighting flashes yonder .
The wind was caught in sail,
signs of both heaven and hell.
The forces of mother nature,
moved every living creature.

She stood strong like an oak,
even as lifes forces tried too soak.
Life had its way,
but not all of the say.
There are those who fight,
every stroke of evil fright.

Through expected dictations,
life scorns its relations.
Heaven and hell become topic,
every little icon microscopic.
We expect certain disections,
either accept or do corrections.

She was staring life right in eye,
there was no doubt of her defy.
Still cheerful and smiling,
the loss of everything so chilling.
You could never tell
she was at end,
negative signals she
would not send.

G