The Storm

all © by Sophia, bunte-stories.jimdo.com

little leaves shiver

swoosh with ease

twigs, they waver

branches bounce in the breeze

What's in the air?

dark clouds pull across

looks ominous

weird atmosphere

trunks moan, strong gale

trees lean left and right

may be a hard and rough night

heavy rain starts the fighting

was that a lightning?

shilly-shally means bale