Breeze To Storm
The breeze it blows a steady flow
Through the trees and screened window.
The breeze it gives a gentile kiss
To the face it is pure bliss.
The breeze picks up and gets cold
The clouds have now begun to fold.
The breeze, now wind, the gusts not small,
The thunders bang, the lightning’s awe,
The large raindrops began to fall.
In the distance, it is born,
A large black v shape starts to form.
We hear the sirens come to warn,
To take cover from the storm.
By Heather D. Roe
Through the trees and screened window.
The breeze it gives a gentile kiss
To the face it is pure bliss.
The breeze picks up and gets cold
The clouds have now begun to fold.
The breeze, now wind, the gusts not small,
The thunders bang, the lightning’s awe,
The large raindrops began to fall.
In the distance, it is born,
A large black v shape starts to form.
We hear the sirens come to warn,
To take cover from the storm.
By Heather D. Roe
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