Nature Poem #2

The rain pours down,
the trees bend and wave,
just like the campers
and tents at that familiar old park.

The weatherman warned
of the dangerous storms,
and urged us all
to take shelter right then.

But we had nowhere to go,
no place to hide
from the danger
nature can have.

We went to the old bathhouse,
it was sturdy and strong,
just like the trees
that buckled in the wind.

We heard the wind whistling
from our safe hideaway,
thankful for our sturdy hideaway,
for it did not budge just like the strong sturdy bases of those trembling trees,
even when everything else was swaying and falling in the strong winds,
that bathhouse stayed strong in those heavy winds, and kept us safe.

When the winds pick up
I can still see the rocking campers,
the soon to be broken awnings,
all in the waving of the trees.