‘Up from the embers’

For every way the wind blows,
a countering breeze will whip.
Thermal updrafts, or icy gales;
by blizzard ‘The Old Man’ nips.

Fierce tornados batter the land.
All hurricanes churn and howl.
A water spout swirls and spins. 
Fear a typhoon’s deadly scowl.

You must bundle up to deny,
Mother Nature’s frigid breath.
A tropical storm travels east;
while zephyr gusts flow west. 

Currents from all four corners 
bellow fire to extinguish lives.
Every inferno levels the forest.
Up from embers, acorns rise.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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One Response to ‘Up from the embers’

  1. mukul chand says:

    Great Post. Nice thought… from embers rise acorns.

    Liked by 1 person

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