first: the storm
deep in the woods, it storms.
bows break overhead, the air is strung with raindrops.
the wind seems to speak. no, it rages,
and the animals are hidden away, safe in their little homes.
the sky splits with lightning, and thunder,
like a god laughing at our silly troubles.
it looks different from above, I am sure.
I can imagine, our troubles seem so very mortal,
but anyone can see,
you do not want to be stuck in these woods tonight.