Indisguise, Liked your piece here is my quickie :-) It is not the foe they come as first, The smell of spring with gentle air, Charming and dear as it appears, But soon the nature reveals, The true color, squeal and then wreck. It is indeed we choose to be punished, Give our heart away just on site without a hitch, What ever happened we are bound to repeat, For we are not strong and refuse to be, It is the cycle of life as we accept, Prepare the grave than divulge. It is indeed tough to toughen up, Not the outer attitude but inner self, That needs to have a way to flourish, Regardless of natures wrath resists or persists! No you are not a solitary leaf, Alive on the mercy of the feeble wind, Or the mercy of the season, You are potent a one, Not any different than those who changed the universe, Why do you choose to be feeble? There are many who have perished in your path, And many will fail by the choices they make, Oh, mighty one do not feel feeble, Threre is a force within try to reveal, Even the gods adore the power you have, Don't just give it away for what you have. Standup and rise like a thunder in a thunderstorm, Shake'em break'em the mighty katrinas, Once you know your position, The katrinas can only entertain you. Do not mean disrespect or be rude, Be gentle and respectful as you are, And acknowledge what you can! To the forces of nature, I take my hat off and I bow for what they are, And yet I know I can conquer thee!!