Only He

Only He

 

the winds soared like God swiped an angry hand

trees fell into crumbling slabs of splinters

rained pounded sideways flipping the mist

the clouds now a falling soggy fog

the silence shattered with creaking branches

leaves torn grow as a shroud over the cold ground

amidst it all a clean freshness rose

along with a sweet childish soul

as I stood face up asking once again why

the storm drenched me to my shivering skin

hiding the tears only He could fathom

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