By: Avello Le'Da Vid

Calmness, Gental, an Uprise.
How it comes out so beautiful and always ready to wager.
Constantly growing, she steps to arise
As she drift to become mother's nature.

She watch and sat through a slow day
And then came the change of the yield
When the nice like breeze in a narrow passage way
Became more as a compressed open field.

When I came to see her standing by the edge of the lake
When she called to him from a slide...
As erosion then took place and raged
Also came, the slipping, the rising,...the tide.

Seconds to call for the "H" he ran, rushe, and dove.
Thus, the gasping began.
Making the "ELP" of the breath and hold
The raging cabin on gasping became waters sin.

An uproar came for its feast.
Thoughts came with it. "Much,too much..."
Clawing and the attack of the beast
Left the last two tips to touch.

Hushing the stream left with nocturnal silence,
Chaos formed a sign of grief, not relief.
Now alone left staning on a hand posted in violence
Right with one hand reaching out and on both my knees.