The clouds move in
Ready for an attack
Like bomber planes
Ready to end life.
But rather, to start it
For after the shower,
The flowers will reach higher,
And the rabbits will hop
Out from hiding
Blinking into the light.
Little ones will play
With balls bouncing down the street,
Dogs will run through the grass.
And all the while
The sun will graze along,
And stop to warm the ground
Like a thick blanket
Warming a small child.
The wind will whisper
Nuzzling through the grass
As a gentle horse
Looks for a carrot.
But until then
The world waits inside
Listening to the tiny bullets
Waging war on land. |
Submission Name: **After the Storm
