She wandered through the forest
Wild animals, everywhere.
Flora, the fauna was seen all over as wild as it could be,
The storm blew hard, very hard, not a leaf was left untouched,
It became wilder, as it was reaching it’s peak of power.
Struggling, nearly dead, she ran with her life,
What was she running from? what was it that was making her run?
Was it the wild animals? Or did she see something that ran shivers down her spine?
Or was it the thundering sky, that looked gigantic and monstrous?
She ran, ran, and kept running, her run never was supposed to end, according to her.
What was she running from? What was it that chased her this bad?
Was it the storm or the scary changes in the sky? Or wild animals?
Well it was the storm inside her, that couldn’t put an end to her run.