” Terminal Storm / Shrieks of laughter fill the air, / Joyous new leaves flutter, / Clouds roll in to halt it all.”
I. Terminal Storm
Shrieks of laughter fill the air,
Joyous new leaves flutter,
Clouds roll in to halt it all.
II. The Prey
The cheetah’s fur glistens as it stalks prey,
Silent, as it moves.
It bares its teeth with saliva dripping.
III. Forest Stories
Leaves crunch under foot.
Beneath the trees, ‘side the shrubs,
All animals stroll.
Waves crash on the rocks,
The once dry sand turns to mud.
Gulls fly overhead.
Birds fill the heavens,
Planes’ rumbles cut through the calm.
Hope’s spelled with an “S.”