There's a major storm brewing|
The horizon's turned green and black.
Wind is whipping round the willows
And then comes whistling back.
All of the windows are rattling loudly.
Grandpa's rocker's dancing on the porch.
Lightening rips the sky to ribbons,
Flaming like an Olympic torch.
Trees are cracking, limbs falling down,
Crashing with a mighty force.
Mama's beautiful garden fallen victim.
Oh it's then, I feel remorse.
The storm has finally passed.
It's spent, leaving in it's wake
More devastation, more destruction
Than the worst earthquake.
I ventured out to survey the havoc
A major storm leaves behind.
I can't believe, do my eyes deceive.
What an unbelievable sight I find.
Mama's rose, her very prized rose,
It's petals sparkling, wet with rain,
The only survivor of the storm
Lives on to bloom again and again.
A true story, Mama's lovely Tropicana
Flourished for many years
A Major Storm
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