Coming in a trance,
Tragedies take place in flocks,
Not much can be done.
All of a sudden,
Nature manifests its power,
Winds howl, raindrops prowl.
So little being done,
So much for me to do,
Pardon me, sweet you.
I make many choices,
Yet when tornadoes show blues,
I lose voices and clues.
Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry
ABC Wednesday (T is 4 Tornado, T-storms)
Happy Memorial Day! Prayers to Those who Suffered or Died during natural disasters or wars!