2008

A thunder strike: The lively tree ripped from its roots.

Did it make a sound? Did anyone hear?

Unfortunately, for the developed world, a Boom!

The branches landed on power lines-

A power outage, I'm sure you're familiar. 

Your habitat undergoes some changes,

First it goes dark inside and out,

Second, the fruits rot inside and out.

Lastly, but not last, preparation.

God-Damn that tree.

Oh, what venomous knowledge hidden between leaves.

Oh,well damage down is experience.

At the time I was a prepubescent pedal,

Witnessing a storm with no context.

I had heard nature is powerful;

That was fury incarnate.

Now I've become a flower, 

blooming in reverse, and

What is the point, the morale of this story?

Never plant a seed at the outskirts of nowhere-

Yet, that's exactly what happened next.

 

I pray lighting doesn't strike the same place twice.