After the storm nothing lies where it was lying.
Plain fields accusingly now stare
because exposed are looking bare.
Single trees without leaves seem close to dying.
On the other hand fallen leaves find places
building for hedgehogs a huge nest
and quiet corners where they rest.
You never know where the strong wind chases.
A storm with normal forces clears the air.
After a while everything settles
and only temporarily it nettles.
But when tornadoes hit, their force becomes unfair.