Unaffected Nature

Crescent moon and stormy night,

Clouds are resting on the volcano's height.

Buds are sprouting from the soil,

Where bugs are crawling with turmoil.

Wolves are howling far in the wood;

Maybe God is in his cruelest mood.

But, far from the city at isolated home,

Love is blossoming; unaffected Strom.

Newlyweds are cherishing their hood,

Maybe here, God is in his blessings mood.