Tornado

The air was crisp, the sky blue,

The town seemed welcoming, with faces new.
Roses and sunflowers, grass lush green,
Peaceful, composed, calm and serene.

The sky changed colour, clouds became grey,
Lightening, thunder, a storm on its way.
The wind blew faster, became quite strong,
Not usual rains; something was wrong.

It headed straight towards them, a disaster in disguise,
Growing bolder and louder, as it continued to rise.
It picked up everything, each stick and stone,
Breaking and tearing what came its way, making everything its own.

Chaos, confusion, pandemonium at its best,
Twisting, twirling, no signs of rest.
Turmoil continued, all were in pain,
When the storm halted, would life remain?

Then they fell to the ground,a broken neck or toe
Searching for stability, running to and fro.
The down was destroyed, so were they,
Nature's harsh call, on a bright sunny day.

How will they bring it together? They had no clue,
No energy either, and no willingness too.
They only knew they were shattered, as they wept and cried.
Maybe it could be restored, but only if they tried.