An amazing tempest grows in strength
Offering its contempt, our quiet is rent
These obsidian clouds, winds soaring
Torturously twisting, dancing before us
Vicious sharp cutting winds blowing
The danger obvious, ever growing
Complex, powerful voice of nature
Disrupts the present, threatens a future
Arrogant humanity refuses the warnings
A sort of ignorance leading to mourning
It would seem that we prefer surprise
We refuse to see despite having eyes
Come now, darkness, pour down upon us
Our flesh temporary, we all become dust
We forget nature is upper and foremost
We do not, cannot see danger imposed
For we are blind by choice
And ignore nature's voice
“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams
that storms will bring him peace”
