The swirling wind to touch the ground, A sudden energy outbursts, Yet its eye cannot see the found. Above, a beauty to behold, As it blindly wends its path, Its wake of destruction unfolds. Listen! A child’s voice speaks of love, Calling out to the angels there, Mercy’s prayer to powers above. Surrounded by a violent rage A child knelt in a calming peace, Winds holding life within their sage. Form: Enclosed Triplets