On high mountains and in verdant vales
The winds storm alike, bringing the gush of weather anew,
Beautiful daisies and shy buttercups sway cheerily
Through rising torrents of dusty leaves and wavy rivers
There comes a day when the silent winds are angered
For no obvious reason, they raise a storm,
Mountain ranges laden with trees uprooted
Lie in a heap at the bottom of the vale
Crushing the daisies and buttercups,
The scene looks as if it were ransacked by a hand unknown
Whiny animals, birds and insects lay still with terror
Alas, the autumn ends with a blow
Mighty one at that
When silence did set in on the vale,
It was ghastly, not a thing moved,
There in a distance, a broken twig fell off its only support.
Back in the villages farmers, shepherds and blacksmiths
Lay in their beds covered with thick linen
Thinking about the sudden storm and the rest that it brought
Weary as they were from the mundane routine
They thanked Him for the storm'
Another storm
She waited alone in the dark corner
Would some one rescue her'
The fair maiden once meant for a prince,
Was abducted by the Devil himself,
Her thin frame withered by the blows of the brute
His marks showed on her body and soul
Ugly, devastating the hand brought ruin
Hurt and scarred she waited alone in the dark corner
Would some one rescue her'
How she longed for the days
She scorned the Prince and took pride in her beauty
Only to be crushed by the force of evil,
She had learnt her lesson
Far too badly, she repented her folly
And cried bitterly over her vanity
She yearned for justice
Alas, the tormentor now slaked
Lifted her nimble frame
And threw it in the bushes,
Where another storm rose,
As if angered by cruelty of the Devil,
The winds lifted her body and threw it at the gates of the prince
He ran to see the horror terrified,
He deeply grieved the loss of his beloved.
A storm rose in his bosom,
Eyes red with anger he vowed revenge.
