Roaring silence of sage wafted scenes
Anxious stillness grasps at all
Alpine firs, still with fright
Mountain slopes await their fate
Sunbeams crack through angry clouds
Picking spots to be fluoresced
Portents of chaotic scenes
Hinting what will be
The firs now sway from nature's breath
Helpless in her arms
Her passion rising with Her cries
Convulsive twists of ardent strength
Her rapture, no longer leashed
RD
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