There is a storm coming
I can smell it in the air
You laugh dismissively
Look up at clear blue skies.
But I shake my head, I know
There is a storm coming.
I cannot explain why
I connect to the earth
When you do not, or
Should that be will not?
You will not lie in the grass
And listen the her call.
Nor watch the clouds
Metamorphosis as they
Pass by over our heads.
You look but do not see
You hear but do not listen.
You take all she offers
But never pause to give thanks.
There is a storm coming
Nature’s hissy fit.
Her way of reminding us
Just who’s this planet is.
With thunderous voice
She shouts but falls on deaf ears.
The more violently she protests
Our attention to attain.
There is a storm coming
Tell me do you hear?
Paula Acton 
I love your poems! They are really beautiful to the ears.
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Thankyou have not written poetry in quite a while, so it means a lot people like them, I write them from the heart and confess I dont really worry too much about the technical side of them
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Yeah, that’s how I like to write when I do in my spare time.
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It doesnt give me a blog link to follow you back but should you decide to share please let me know would love to read some of your stuff
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