Darkness slowly falls to the earth for the clouds have started to close us in from the vision of the sun. The wind blows it's cool air to the earth where all swirls around. The rain comes hard and cold to the ground and me. For it pulls the leaves lifting them up and down. The light on the lamp post is all that lights my way as i walk in the path of nature. I watch the people and cars around. Yet the darkness grows blacker still as the night takes over the day. For all has climbed into to bed for the night. Now i bid you a good day and say good night as i go my way.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
watching out my window it is a tornado warning/watch.