Brewing of storm
The whole year long
Precipitating into a whirlwind
Strewning sand particles along

Much akin to an upheaval in life
Leaving adrift on the shores
Crumbled livelihood hope of
A jittery soul caught in the throes

Isn’t the sea of Life
Supposed to have tidal waves?
Weak succumb to the troughs
Surmounting the course is for the braves

Change is inevitable and permanent
Never resist or find it odd
Live up to the challenge
Subsistence is guaranteed by God

Unrelenting in their pursuit of succour
Never letting out a rant
They climb and fall from atop a mountain
Take a cue from the army of ants