Equation 342 : ThrunderStorm

Through the thunderstorm,

With the strong wind kept on coming,

Trees seems like it were about to be thrown,

Emotion collides,

Collides with those feeling were somehow unidentified,

Could the sensation still be felt?

Even though through the rigid time your heart was torn apart,

At the end left the sense unknown?

The strong wind was harder than it was before,

Those leaves flown away from those trees that were about to be thrown,

But the life of those trees it kept on retrieving,

Retrieving with those roots that is still kept holding on still,

Even if at some point the heart has been torn apart,

But the will of moving on keep on standing still,

A life it is still recovering,

Recovering from the salvation that it is facing,

For perhaps a better day tomorrow.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2019