poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2006


A huge explosion,
Of fire and dread,
Lights up the ocean,
With bright orange and red,

On the horizan up high,
The sun lights up the sky,
Blocked by dark clouds,
Slowly passing by,

Lightning strikes in branches,
Branching in small lances,
Running towards heights,
On wich they may bolt,

Tornados swirling round,
The wild grass on the ground,
Water extinguishing fires,
And a storm slowing down.