Proud winds whirl
chasing each other in a swirl
tormenting the world behind
changing the landscape's design
they leave a scar behind them
like gods at war with pain as its stem
they leave a scar behind them
the hot air always enraged
the cold air always afraid
in a race that cannot be won
a fight with no one
the pain that follows the twister
leaving not a misses or mister
a force of nature with no foe
power so strong, a Tornado
