when a storm
hits
it makes its way
down beyond
as it shows
its colors
of being hit and thick
as the storm
i might say has
been troubled
for its crying for all the people
are changing there lifes inside
out
as your heart aches so does
the storm
as a child can whisper
where you can hear
such beauty of a voice
a storm signs so loud
it rumbles upon the earth
for fear of right and wrong
for the world of fear has
been brought on
for lack of peace
never fear, for
the word of control
is in place

Hmmmmm very nice. You know I've never really been into poetry and all that malarky but since being on Mingle it's kinda grew on me.
It makes me wonder how ignorant I have been all these years.

Thanks for sharing.