How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

The storm brews overhead

Dark and stormy, orange and red

At it's heart a raging furnace

Moving across the plain in earnest

Heading for the lonely tree

Looking for a place to set itself free

We hope there is no destruction of homes and life

No families are caused grief and strife

We hope the storm withers and fades away

Leaving its destruction on earth for another day

Can you still see me?

Hidden behind the hue of static I remain.

Fire above and below threaten my growth.

My plan to nourish the air blocked by the very thing that gave me life.

Taken in, refueled, then blasted to the ground below.

Can you feel me?

The pulse I breathe and radiate toward a grassy sea.

A sea the shares my hue.

With an endless cycle of pleads,

"Please let me be me. Surrounded by a sea of green. Let the fire die down, fade away, with rebirth taking its place."

Can you still see me?

KatsWordsHere, 2018

Again another great description

Protector Of Wheat

Golden wheat basking in the morning sun’s shine,

Feeding the spirit of Mother Earth’s spring of time.

She gathers nature’s forces helping the wheat grow,

And protecting the fields from the destructive crows.

She can remain unseen, invisible to the farmer’s eyes,

Dance for the water, tears from the thunderous sky’s.

“Bring on the thunder, bring on the rain, a touch of the wind,

Dance my golden children, a bountiful harvest your glorious end.”

© Cynthia Clark

Thank you so much

Excellent expression.