Storm

It's the night of waning moon In a far off Hamlet In the lap of Nature Where meads are surrounded by beechen trees That stormy night Stormy Winds came from cemetery Whistling, knocking at doors Rattling the window panes Breaking the huts Branches of trees Shrubs and plants Crops were as if bowed Before His grace The noise, cries , As if a thousand spirits Suddenly came yelling Moaning With nature's shadows Either of men Or of trees Or some unknown being Even The night was scared in Hamlet Where there was no light The earthen lamps all Flickered and died out And then a complete darkness As dark As if it's the start Of this world creation It may be so That this storm may over And We may see a new dawn The Hamlet people May be it's start of a second life for you