Bold white clouds with fragments of grey sit on hilltops, green
Settled, calm they wait in peace
Knowing the winds of change will cause their steady drift
To places yet unknown.
 
Though violent forces can yet disperse
With shock and confusion, clear.
 
A splitting sky, a hurricane of fear,
A blue transformed to grey
 
The suddenness, the toxic shock
Creating mayhem and delirium
For who knows what this storm will bring?
 
Out of the blue, ice-stoned from black clouds
Thunderous change will come.
 
Woe is me, to know.