Fury of Nature

Fury of Nature

Whenever flourished

A  twig,

 It came  a  storm, to squeeze it.

Storms ever come to go,

Has  any,

been forever?

Never, never, never,

It ever came to go,

But don’t loose heart,

It  is not fit. 

It can never  take all,

But only a bit,

So, don’t care of it,

even for a fig.

Whatsoever, it may big

Yet the storm with its full fury,

Cannot take away greenery,

Wait for a while,

and let it pass,

It uproots trees,

But no harm to grass,

It can’t last long,

Nature isn’t unkind,

It came storm,

and it is gone with the wind,

Leaving behind broken twigs,

Uprooted oaks and ravages,

The story told by sages,  

It has been happening

For ages,

So  it come storms, and go with the wind,

Nature, even furious,  but not unkind,

It make destruction,

for reconstruction,

whatsoever it has done,

a replacement better than earlier one,

so why do I cry?

With all my vigour, I shall try,