pexels-photo-110874.jpegThe rain pours its torrent drops over the wooden house upon the hill

It sits tamed like a lion, the wind gashes its strength on the windows edge

Trees sway from side to side like an orchestrated symphony

A choir without its conductor

Nature shows its anger the best way known

you traitor how could you? gentle streams open its bank to the mighty torrents

Taking anything that comes its way

Rage fights its way to be heard, anger calls, anger breaks, anger destroys

Anger is felt throughout the land

Yet the house upon the hill stands Quiet and alone

Very still Now and Alone.


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