As though no end lay in sight

Storms so strong and wild

Heaven's winged children sought a shade

In homes and rocks down below.

Bereft of hearts and minds,

Streets hide and trees quiver

From natures wild and harshest course

Deserted streets and bitterest cold

Torrents of rain and smashing winds

Surging bellows of the Atlantic

Trees, homes, emblazoned structures

Bashed by nature's rude and rarest monstrosity

For days and days, and many days 

But lo, t's over at very last

So is life in this terrestrial ball

Sometimes stormy, cold

And very scary bleak

Else cheery, jolly and mighty sublime

We look beyond the smoldering summit

Of a harsh and stormy day

To the hopes and bliss of dear tomorrow

  Steve Chuku Ibeawuchi

Copyright ©2007 Steve Chuku Ibeawuchi