Blew, the wind with gusto
knocking off trees, weak knees
pulling down their working hats
huddled on the mighty ants
locking up their front doors
the humankind stayed indoors
gaining speed, the winds went on
crashing on air, breaking all power
spreading darkness across town
for days until the eye had passed
typical was the tornado—unpredictable
unforgiving to people and crops
uprooting farmland and livestock
and nourishment worthy of a year
leaving no room to chance
and not a chance of recovery
blow to life, presented the wind
awakes though the old man,
when all is dusted and gone
picking up tools, firing up tractors
loaning cattle herd, persevering
farmer, thy name is resilience
Recover
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The Chaos Within 