The pale innocent tinge of morning light,
Is nothing like the roaring storm that raged yesterday night,
Her howling roar never allowed one to close an eyelid,
And those that managed, she moaned through their dreams,
Those who cheered at tiny drops of rain that she started as,
Prayed her to go, she brewed up a monstrous self in no time,
And as the last of a tree’s leaf martyred to her fury,
A tiny seed fought the odds, staying salvaged,
The Earth’s bosom embraces continuity of life through all seasons,
She cherishes the umbilical cord she never really cut with her offsprings,
She is Universe, a continuity with no beginning or end.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Merrill. D. Smith for hosting the Poetics Challenge at dVerse. The challenge is to write a poem using, connections, as a theme. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.