Last Night
Today, it wasn't like last night.
The stars weren't out, but the moon,
the moon was still out.
It's almost a relaxing feeling,
but not quite.
Today, it was different.
The sun shine was brighter than normal.
Then a cloud passed by,
Then a crack of thunder,
Then a bright flas of a lighting bolt consumed the sky.
Suddenly, there was rain.
The wind howled,
branches hung lifelessly as they craked away
from the trees they once called home.
Palm frawns whipped by the wind,
furiously hitting the ground,
without warning.
The world went from a peaceful afternoon
to a blood bath of nature.
What had once been a sunny day,
had faded to a horrible, melancholy blackness.
Now, today is like it was last night.
the fierce, ruthlessness of nature,
somehow putting my restless soul at ease.
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