Destructive and Creative . . .

Another morning dawned just then,

Leaving light enough to highlight the dawn,

And the hedges upon the moorland,

As well as the golden-white sand.

Half the day, kept on its way,

When suddenly, towards dusk,

Like an arrow targeting the sky,

Came the dark cloud, a storm.

Unmindful of the destruction,

The lightening storm raged on,

The roaring of thunder,

Was like a dagger to nature.

This is nature’s way,

One destructive, and the other creative,

But both bestowing beauty.


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