Distant thunder wakes the night,
Goods and devils rise to fight.
Clashing steel and lightning’s flash,
Warning all, the coming clash.
Wicked wind stirs up the trees,
Bringing silence to its knees.
Rocky shores expect to feed,
While sailing ships they fail to heed.
Rising swells attack the beach,
Ev’ry charge extends their reach.
Snow and Ice they follow next,
Mother nature by her text.
Bitter cold cuts though the world,
To the ice the night is hurled.
Children watch through frosted glass.
Watching as she teaches class.
Giggles come there near the end,
Snow flake’s dance and twist and bend.
Coming dawn shows fields of white,
Not a hint to lasts nights fight.

(c) 2004