Sister In Arms
The roar of the wind shook us to the floor.
The few occurrences turned to many a relentless battle.
We had to huddle against the fire to keep from the cold.
But the hurricane tore us away,
It stole my only shelter from the storm.
How vividly I can remember when everything was sound.
It was a sunny day until the humming of that treacherous sound.
From over the mountains, the trees began crumbling to the grassy floor,
The sky suddenly darkened, warning us of the first signs of a storm.
Soldiers came rolling in, ready to light the battle.
But we had a plan to douse their fire away.
If only we knew the enemy was resistant to the cold.
Pellets of rain crashed down hard over our heads, drenching us in cold.
My own breathing was the only deafening sound.
Panic struck, there was no chance they took her away.
And from one fell swoop of a rock, I fell to the now muddy floor.
Home was our haven but too dangerously close to the field of battle,
In one blink of my eyes, in they came, rearing towards me like a storm.
Next came the thunder and its frighteningly beautiful storm.
Their menacing smiles turned my blood chillingly cold.
From the heavenly thunder came my savior, pulling me away from battle.
They screamed, disregarding our escape to our home, safe and sound,
Only then did I allow myself the comfort of crying on the floor.
Across the room, a butterfly flew about. Butterfly, fly fly away.
After Mother Nature’s angry spout, they found comfort much farther away.
Hours ticked on by until we discovered an effective strategy to raise a fire storm.
However, we weren’t like them. We would not allow stains of blood to the floor,
Winning is the only choice, only then will we be able to block from to the cold.
Outside, birds began to chirp. What a beautiful sound.
It was almost easy, breaking the gears to this battle.
Racing towards us headfirst like a tornado, they had no idea what was in store this battle.
Eventually, our efforts of defense drove them far away.
How could they come back now? Our win was too sound.
Like a tsunami, they stampeded in waves, from light rain to a great storm.
Even with their exertion, we could not be cold,
We could not fathom striking them to the floor.
They fought a valiant battle, resulting in a fatal storm.
Neverless, we shooed them away forcing them back into their familiar cold.
All around me, the peace proved its glorious sound from the sky to the gentle floor.
The few occurrences turned to many a relentless battle.
We had to huddle against the fire to keep from the cold.
But the hurricane tore us away,
It stole my only shelter from the storm.
How vividly I can remember when everything was sound.
It was a sunny day until the humming of that treacherous sound.
From over the mountains, the trees began crumbling to the grassy floor,
The sky suddenly darkened, warning us of the first signs of a storm.
Soldiers came rolling in, ready to light the battle.
But we had a plan to douse their fire away.
If only we knew the enemy was resistant to the cold.
Pellets of rain crashed down hard over our heads, drenching us in cold.
My own breathing was the only deafening sound.
Panic struck, there was no chance they took her away.
And from one fell swoop of a rock, I fell to the now muddy floor.
Home was our haven but too dangerously close to the field of battle,
In one blink of my eyes, in they came, rearing towards me like a storm.
Next came the thunder and its frighteningly beautiful storm.
Their menacing smiles turned my blood chillingly cold.
From the heavenly thunder came my savior, pulling me away from battle.
They screamed, disregarding our escape to our home, safe and sound,
Only then did I allow myself the comfort of crying on the floor.
Across the room, a butterfly flew about. Butterfly, fly fly away.
After Mother Nature’s angry spout, they found comfort much farther away.
Hours ticked on by until we discovered an effective strategy to raise a fire storm.
However, we weren’t like them. We would not allow stains of blood to the floor,
Winning is the only choice, only then will we be able to block from to the cold.
Outside, birds began to chirp. What a beautiful sound.
It was almost easy, breaking the gears to this battle.
Racing towards us headfirst like a tornado, they had no idea what was in store this battle.
Eventually, our efforts of defense drove them far away.
How could they come back now? Our win was too sound.
Like a tsunami, they stampeded in waves, from light rain to a great storm.
Even with their exertion, we could not be cold,
We could not fathom striking them to the floor.
They fought a valiant battle, resulting in a fatal storm.
Neverless, we shooed them away forcing them back into their familiar cold.
All around me, the peace proved its glorious sound from the sky to the gentle floor.