Poetry – The Wind is Rising

The Wind is Rising

The wind is rising

                I watch the branches sway

The sky is darkening

                Colossal forces are at play.

An eerie yellow colour gathers

                As the world holds its breath.

The storm is coming

                We are awaiting death.

Opher – 29.3.2020

This Covid-19 has been likened to a war. I see it as a ravaging storm. It will destroy much but we will emerge the other side with a renewed energy to rebuild and make better.

Perhaps the storm will blow away a lot of the nastier things that have beset the world, allow us to take stock and provide us with clearer vision.

It may let us see what is important in life.

The storm is coming. Some will be blown away.

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