Bright sun shining,
Birds happily singing,
But a deep melody growling,
From calm blue to vivid Grey it's turning.
Strong and stronger,
A force dashes upon sky and land.
Coming along loud and howling,
Nature nudged by a cold hand.
Trees bending from side to side,
Leaves dancing and talking through the sky.
Birds started to fearfully hide-
a child of nature, now acting wild and not shy.
The stormchild starts to rage upon the land.
Its fortress of dark and ever changing clouds following.
Over houses, it enrages loud and furiously dancing.
Loudly shaking every tree and house, chasing its own shadows.
But sometimes one can hear a whisper,
When the stormchild holds still,
Viewing the moments of its own created chaos.
It is a moment of calm and soothing breeze,
The Whole world seemingly about to freeze.
When the stormchild's mysterious whisper of untold expressions,
suddenly ends and once again chaos is the only existing expression.
But fierce to spread its force further,
heavy rain starts pouring down,
as lighting and thunder gain the ruling crown.
And the child of storm?
The stormchild keeps going on,
walks, jumps, dashes and hunts
- Until its march of chaos fades behind the morning sun.