“Tempest by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Night has come
The day is done
It's time to go to sleep
And rest in peace so sweet
Then arise at daybreak with a praise
For with sweet slumber you were graced
It's the break of dawn
And all is blessedly calm
Some are waking up from their peaceful slumber
While others hasten home to get their daily slumber
Birds happily chirp hello
And roosters crow how do you do
Angels descend to take their earthly morning stroll
And take a roll
Of when to sack the bad
And when to reward the good
Like an eye at the middle of a storm
So was the calm at dawn
Then…Swoosh...Swoosh
A mighty wind blew
Birds stop sipping dew and flew
Windows flew wide open
Curtains leapt then went airborne floating in the air
Empty teapots flew off stove tops
Banging on adjacent doors
Before landing on the kitchen floors
Utensils cups and saucers clatter
Forks dance with spoons to the rhythm of the wind
Animals huddle tight
In awe and fright
In treetops they huddle
In holes they shudder
For out of their holes they will flood like grains of sand
And the winds from the treetops they can't withstand
Swoosh… Swoosh the mighty winds blew
Sweeping like an enormous broom
The winds swept
What was unswept
And that which was unkept
And without a trace the winds left
The sun peeked from behind the clouds
Checking to see if the tempest had really left
Then gracefully the sun arises
To mop that which wasn't swept by the bristles of the tempest”
― https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10510219
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