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The Storm

The cold wind blows the leaves from the trees

The dark clouds roll in and hide the sun

The animals seek shelter as they sense the storm approaches 

The angles laugh as they watch...

If only these mere mortals only knew

This storm is not one to hide from it should be embraced 

As the it will bring change with its devastation 

Everyone and everything is scared ...but the rebuilding will be grand

A new day will bring a new beginning

The Shepard will not leave his sheep for the wolf

Instead he'll trap the wolf and defeat him at his game

The rain falls ...the storm has begun

 

 

 

 

 

◄ Regret not

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