Never so green as before a storm had grass appeared to me

Nor turned so eerie hills afar and all that I could see.

The leaves upturned upon their branches tho' hiding from the sight as skies of blue for summer's day hazed into but a night.

Black clouds surrounded white ones until they disappeared and distant rumbles shook the ground; a sound the song birds feared.

Turned in were petals of the flowers I had just admired and limp had gone the breezy willows; as if they'd fallen tired.

No never had I seen so much of sunny life dismiss; and tuck itself away so fast because of one storm' kiss.

Twas then I chilled and covered up like the leaf and willow and flower;

for only then had I been shown the base of nature's power.

Thanks Lori- you are so kind!

I just read your poem...well done!