⚡Stormy Thoughts ☔

in steemitbloggers •  last year

Bells and whistles,
The wind it howls. 🐺
As it rips like razors,
Through the town. 🏡
A steam train coming,
I hear the sound. 🚂
And in its wake,
some trees are downed. 🌳

They treat the clouds,
As toys and things. ⛅
Dusting them full,
from metal wings. ✈
Leaving streaks across the sky,
For magic to happen after they fly. ∵

But is it magic to interfere,
With the workings of
our stratosphere?
To rain despair,
Thunder and hunger?
Or is just a selfish blunder?

Time will tell,
And it will tell soon. 🕣
When bitter medicine,
drips from the spoon. 🍳
Held in Mother Nature's hand,
For those who try
to change her plans. 📖

-Mickolas

IMG_20171210_191522.jpg

Image Source

This has been poetry from a proud member of the @steemitbloggers community. Quality people, quality content 💯
IMG_20171127_235436.jpg

Authors get paid when people like you upvote their post.
If you enjoyed what you read here, create your account today and start earning FREE STEEM!
Sort Order:  

Cool poem! I dig it. That would make some really good lyrics for a song.