it’s thundering
and the trees speak of violence
wars with winds and winding brooks
and their twisted branches
leave a trail in their sway
and vision blurs
as discontented clouds rain
wood splits and cracks
and the world’s in pain
it’s thundering
and the trees speak of violence
wars with winds and winding brooks
and their twisted branches
leave a trail in their sway
and vision blurs
as discontented clouds rain
wood splits and cracks
and the world’s in pain
