The Swirling Winds

By Josh Bauer

Once or twice a month

 The wind begins to swirl

 The creatures start to hide

 And the leaves begin to curl

The summer sky grows dark

 With an evening shade of grey

 The temporary clouds

 Kill the soothing light of day

The shores expand their range

As the tides begin to change

As the waves are raging on

Happens something rather strange

The swirling winds approach

Tearing branches from their trees

But underneath it all

Lies a cave that no one sees

The cave is very special

And its contents very rare

Up above there is no knowledge

Of what soon would happen there

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