Tristan Robert Lange

The Storm

Today started out as a happy day,

It was hopeful and it was gay,

So I took a walk in a forest of trees;

It was sunny out with a quiet breeze.

But as I walked some more,

The weather became unsure.

And as the sun turned to cloud,

The thunder grew really loud.

There were bolts of lightning everywhere,

I dodged them here, I dodged them there.

The breeze turned to wind in one short burst,

But the storm was not yet at its worst.

When the rain came it really poured,

I then realized that my life was unsure.

So I ran and ran and rain again,

Until I came to this dead end.

The dead end is where I am now,

For there’s no life and death’s my vow.

Should I jump or should I stay?

Should I die from this evil day?

I don’t know what caused this mess.

It was a waste of time like all the rest.

The day was bad, ‘twas far from warm,

All because of this angered storm.

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