Black Storm
Raúl Morán Zafra
Plucking leaves from the forest
In a dark green battlefield
Everything in the wind way
Is jumping on the air
No sun, no light
Seems the end of your life
No escape, be afraid
You would like to disappear
Shining lights in the sky
Illuminate your eyes
When clouds collide
Helped by the wind
We can’t hide from the black storm
We are alone when night comes
We can’t run from the black storm
We are its prey when it falls
Like a flying river
Searching its ocean
Splashing the trees
With a strong rage
Drawing on the soil
An artwork in movement
Followed by the sound
Of noisy thunder
Without a place to hide
Feeling the wetness in your heart
With your weak body soaked
You feel the cold
In the middle of the storm
All the forces of nature
Have united to create
A symphony of destruction