The Tempest

I feel it fast approaching
Some impending doom
On sunlight clouds encroaching
The palm trees shake and swoon

The birds in flocks of thousands
Flee before the storm
Desperate alarms have sounded
What devil has been born

Screaming wing cause church bell's toll
Rain pounding on the sand
Strands of lighting thunder roll
Nature's eerie band

Night and day
The storm doth rage
With people's minds it starts to play
Like deamons in a cage

Roads turned rivers
Knocked down trees
Of the sun we see a sliver
As rain begins to ease

Nature's might adjournes
In the breeze a flag unfurls
As life returns
To a fresh washed world