Peaceful as an evening rose
Serene in the bashful breeze
A hush rustle of thick foliage
Gently stirring among the trees
Laid back crickets chirping away
Watchful eyes gazing intently
A swoop, a screech and noisy flutter
A Juvenile stoat taloned cruelly
A char-filled brook lazes around a bend
Fresh spring leading towards the river
Constellations enchant the fast-flowing water
Moonlit reeds looking quiet and bland
The sparkle of silver sand
Like glittery gems in every grain
A sudden rolling of angry thunder
Heralds the arrival of monsoon rain
Fiery fleece forming the crimson sky
A warm wind urging the splotched clouds
To cluster together like a burning flare
Like wrathful rage centred on icy glare
Lightning branches out in flashes of shock
A lone oak is struck and consumed by an inferno
It's inhabitants die upon impact
The tree's very nature seems to now be it's greatest foe
On and on the rain keeps coming
Heavier it gets with each minute's passing
Soon even the trees plead to stop
Comply, the storm just would not
Phloem and bast soaked throughly
Asphyxiated roots scream agonizingly
Erosion softens the stubborn soil
As the wretched storm barrages mercilessly
The river absorbs the incessant flood
Greedily swallowing debris and mud
Broken logs racing downstream with speed
Like puncture wounds that perpetually bleeds
Ahead of the impending danger
Some fauna survive before the catastrophe
Even struck due to sheer instinct
Hiding on higher grounds to avoid calamity
The storms clears just two days later
Devastation has taken a deadly toll
Yet life returns to those left standing
Things commence like it was the beginning
New tributaries are formed in place
Of the old that lost their ancient path
Landscapes slowly built over the battered
Like an artisan re-sculpturing his craft
Slowly but surely the land rejuvenates
Tiny shoots sprout upon each crusted plates
The sun rises up with outstretched rays
It's just the birth of another day
