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.