Natalie Boggs - Poetry - Greenbrier County

Great power

I see those red birds in the sky,
Flying around like majestic warriors.
If they were in battle they would die,
Unless they found a barrier.

I see some yellow bees,
Swarming in a bumble.
Trying to find protection in the trees,
So their numbers won’t crumble.

I see a few maple trees,
Trembling with fear.
Wishing to be free,
From the storm that grew near.

I see a pink rhododendron,
Swaying in the breeze.
Wishing they could run,
But instead they freeze.

I see a great storm,
With such great power.
Only God could form,
I stand in awe of his power.

Natalie Boggs

12

Poetry

Greenbrier