If thunder is the anger of the above
and lightning the touch of wrath.
Is the sunshine the warmth of love
And the gentle wind the whisper of under breath.
If the crashing waves are the result of struggle and strife
Is the flotsam left the residue of life.
If the hurricane wind is the quarrelsome squall
Is the quiet eye the aim of us all.
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