Tornado

• Maxwell Lakerink, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Trees fly,
Plants die,
Wind whooshing all around in the sky,
People scream,
With shrieks of terror,
Apartments crashing,
From the tremors,
Souls are filled with lots of fear,
Trying to block the sound from their ears,
All comes to a stop,
As the darkness clears,
The souls of the lost,
Will always be here,
But we must always have hope,
For those we have loved,
Who got pushed and got shoved.