Tornado

Early in the morning.

All is calm and quiet.

Flowers are blooming and blossoming.

Children are playing in the sun.

Shadows take over.

The day becomes dark and dreary.

Clouds cast a gloomy shade.

People hear the news and find shelter.

The wind.

The gusts become stronger.

A blow destorys a house.

The smell of debris fills the air.

After.

People escape to find destruction.

Repairs must be made and money paid.

The storm has come and gone,

but the hurt still remains.

This poem is about: 
My community

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