In the midst of a storm, it begins to form, a vortex of power and might,
Winds whip and spin, creating a din, as it gathers force through the night.
It dances and twirls, as the atmosphere swirls, a force of nature’s great rage,
Destroying and shaping, never escaping, as it writes its furious page.
Rising from the earth, a tornado’s birth, with a force that can’t be tamed,
It rages and howls, as the tempest prowls, leaving destruction unnamed.
With a deafening roar, it strikes the floor, leaving nothing in its wake,
Nature’s fierce dance, its power enhanced, leaving all in its quake.
But as swiftly as it appears, it disappears, leaving behind a path of sorrow,
And the cycle ends, as the storm transcends, into a calm unknown tomorrow,
A meteoric metamorphosis of swirling wind, a fierce and fearsome display,
The lifecycle of a tornado, in nature’s grand ballet.