Lighting Strikes

___rolling and roaring across the Sunshine state.

thunder and bolts come lighting up the clear blue

skyline. 

The wind is whirling it's whistled cheeks.

Puffs of thick clouds smoke smolders the grayish, dark

sky.  Instantly I'm shocked, a crooked line of flash cuts

down an ancient old oak tree in the flick of bating an eye.

Splintered seams down the middle. Exposing it's rings

of ages.  Buried deep, deep down is the nerves system

in full command. Somehow the tree owned the land,

the air, and the space for over 100 years.

A ring for each year.

A thousand men couldn't uproot one old oak tree.

But in 1 second mother nature tore the fur off one

big ole oak tree in front of me.  

Reviews

[Chris]

This one set me to thinking and remembering and wanting to speak out on my own recognitions of Gawd and life-pausing events. Well spoken Rocks.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Thank you kindly and plz enjoy more poems on my behalf, lol. thanks l

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Mother Nature has such power, we can't compete, we simply respect and try to hold our own.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

yes a force t wreck with and thanks for the review.

[emmajoy]

Read and saw,saw and read what you were painting with your words! There's a real power in this.. an entanglement of scent, time and a mayhem of happenigns - near magical as if a spell had been cast. Sad, sad that such an old tree should stand, fall and doubtless grtrroan because Mother Nature decreed its death.. (Thought tis said that great trees live on in the minds of Man!)

Sweet mention of those rings for every year.. and a delightful touch of language here, .. '.. big ole oak treat in front of me;.. '

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks very much for the kind review.