She is the Storm.
She is a force of nature.
A mythical, wonderful creature.
As beautiful as the setting sun.
She warns of the tides that control her.
Her sky will always grow dark when the day is done.
The power of her natural self-destruction,
Will make waves in good natured still water.
The moon is her mother,
The sun is her father.
She will sound the alarm,
For she means no harm,
She will hold back her cloudy skies with all her might.
But the pressure in her atmosphere will only prolong,
A storm that will break parts of her; and take away her will to fight.
Yet, the beauty of the storm comes the next day,
When the sun rises again, shining beautiful and bright,
She will open her eyes, no matter the color of the skies.
Forces of nature, have no choice but to awaken at each day’s light.