When Nature Beckons Poem by Giselle Joseph

Sharp prick flashes of lightening
shocks the earthly floor
as howling, ravishing winds like angry dogs
make way through an open door.
The spiralling eye overhead
patiently awaits
making his part
ripping and destroying Gods work of art.
Fallen trees lay lamelessly across the streets
as waters gather and meet
No where to run, no where to hide
No one can beat natures' test of time.
Like a vaccum she sucks in everything
the place sits still
not even a wisk of air you feel
dropping to their knees they plead
but - too late, too late shall be the cry
here comes a Tsunami Wave flying high.
Terror measures length and breath
some still argue over wealth
Over she comes plunging deep
Ms. Tsunami made a clean sweep.
Few left behind with nothing to claim
but the mercy of God for saving their name.