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The Storm
The Power of The Storm,
was meant to transform.
In order for Earth to take on a new form.
Although the Storm can be destructive,
Its power was born to be reproductive.
In order so it can be constructive.
But, it must first be controlled.
It must first be instructed,
In order for its power to be properly conducted.
It has the power to nurture mother nature,
In order for her to grow more mature.
That is its reason, that is its cause,
To have each season. It always was.
The storm is air & water mixed correctly,
In order for it to be done perfectly.
This violent force which can be wild,
Is also calming, is also mild.
It is controlled by one who is only a child,
In order, to ensure that it is properly filed.
The lightening is its scowl.
The wind is its howl.
The thunder is its growl.
Feel The Storm now swirl around you,
As its winds now twirl around you,
As these words now all surround you,
As these words now all astound you,
As this page which has now found you,
Will properly grow &, now, ground you!
Its thunder is a wonder.
Its lightning is frightening.
Its whirlpools are violent.
Its twisters are valiant!
Its hurricane will rain as it will reign,
As it will swirl in order to remove all of the pain,
As it will twirl in order to improve all of the terrain,
As it will curl and do all of this with its rain.
And, as a lion this is its very own mane.
It will brighten the day.
It will lighten each way.
It will clear the path & clear the way.
It will remove it all & make it go away,
And, make all of the darkness no longer stay.
And, to THE FATHER it will always obey.
Listen to The Storm & what it is trying to say,
That, it wishes, only, to keep the stagnancy at bay,
As, it fills by HIS own wills each ocean, river, and bay.
And, perhaps, it is doing so, right now, today.
And do not be afraid, for one day,
It will only play.
There once was a sign in a book.
Perhaps, you were able to take a look.
Perhaps, the symbol of the Rainbow,
Is in order to teach you how it will be so,
Is in order to show you how it will go.
Maybe, on The Last Day,
The Storm will no longer be scary.
And, maybe, you will see
This spiritual fairy…