Hurriedly, it scurries away.
Squeaking in an underbreath,
It digs a deep burrow.
Wrapping a double-leaved cloak around itself,
It lies inside a warm cavern,
Feeling safe.

Glass shattered on the floor,
Windows rattling violently,
Giving a sign of an impending storm.

Droplets comb the lake.
Pulling the water down so harshly,
It soon becomes an overflowing stream.

It shuts it's eyes tight.
Hearing the roaring thunder,
It burries it's head in it's deeply folded legs

The roof shatters and caves in
The surface itself runs helter skelter

It's a cycle, it was told
Life will run it's course

The storm would abandon it's beastiality.
And meekly scamper about for a while.
It will go back to trickling and murmuring
It will go back to where it began.

Come and see the glorious skies.
Feel beautiful galaxies
and soak up the lunar spirit.

Come on out and bathe in the sunshine
She's waiting for you just outside.