The Calm Before the Storm
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The leaves are turning red,
The sky is turning gray,
There's a chill in the air,
And a storm is on its way.
The trees are creaking low,
As the wind begins to howl,
And a darkness fills the air,
Like a shadow on the prowl.
The clouds are dark and heavy,
The rain begins to fall,
And a feeling of dread fills me,
As I watch it all.
© Goldie's pen
The leaves are turning red,
The sky is turning gray,
There's a chill in the air,
And a storm is on its way.
The trees are creaking low,
As the wind begins to howl,
And a darkness fills the air,
Like a shadow on the prowl.
The clouds are dark and heavy,
The rain begins to fall,
And a feeling of dread fills me,
As I watch it all.
© Goldie's pen