Once was, when rain slashing through the leaves with icy fingers
Sharp bristling sounds, and grasping every supple branch lingers,
And lying there, make graceful form as dancers in the wind
Whose subtle moves subvert the eye and our attention pinned
To beauty heaven brought us, though from a raging fury
Spawned and sustained, yet no moment portraying it dreary.
Lacy patterns all aglint that shimmer in the shadow
And with each scalding breeze sing melody in staccato,
That falls on listening ears like whispers in scenario,
Charm us with its bearing of nature’s bold Lothario,
A dramatic display of talent whose author unseen
Dwells far from here exerting passions both wild and serene.