A Heart Battle

• Jeanne Brown Brulant, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The sorrowful cries
Of the sad grey skies,
Rips my heart to shreds
As I share the tears shed.

The raging wind howling
And the deadly golden lightening,
Fight the poor naked trees,
Swinging dangeriously to the angry breeze.

The inky opaque sea,
Beating the rough rocks violently,
Tearing everything within its dreadful claws,
Trying to gulp the wind with its powerful jaws.

O hear the elements! Fighting restlessly towards their fate,
Beating and fighting all they can, all in their purest state.
Sometimes, my hearts battles like so too,
But when its over, it just beats sofly, just like it used to do.