It's Still Life

Nature is …

prone in defiance.
The old oaks along the road,
swaying like an enchanter’s charm.
Rain and wind,
a whipped branch in twists
as it rips and falls.

Come gnarled lightning
that scars the sky.
Be you tempest.
Be you triumph.
Be you percussion’s chaos
drumming from above.

Written for PAD Day 25 (poem-a-day challenge) “Nature”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.