Poetry Galore!

THE STORM In the beginning, a distant rumbling slowly, slowly, slowly coming Gray clouds suddenly creep by The change in weather appears in the sky Nature looks as if it's going to die Closer and closer comes the rattling of Earth Taking place like a new rebirth Such an experience, what is it worth? Rain begins to lightly tumble Lightning seems to make the world crumble Thunder portrays a soft mumble This experience somewhat lingers and then goes How does the earth feel afterwards, who knows? Yet, this storm ends with no unusual foes

Life        The meaning of life,                                What is it worth?       Why are we here                                on this Earth?       Such a dark place                                in some people's eyes.       No love, harmony, or peace                                and so many die.       What's the purpose?                                Does anyone know?       This earth is like a circus                                Or a disruptive reality show       Can life on earth ever be calm?                                Is that even a reachable goal?            Why can't we unite and sing a psalm?                                And be united as one soul?