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