The wind
The rain
The deepness of the sky
All of the flowers hiding in their perches

A tornado kicks a house around
Like a pebble in the sand
Its brings its friend, hail, and
It crushes the trees like baseballs

Mother Nature weeps as her home
Is battered and torn
She cares for the animals shivering
Among the midst of the danger

The fishes of the seas hide
Like leaves behind the coral
The ice still dives through and
Splits along the rugged rocks

But then, like a crashing wave, the
Skies rip open like a piece of paper and
Release the sun from its gray jail
The wind stops to take its regular nap
And the thunder booms away
All becomes well in the kingdom
As God cleans up the mess