A hurricane spins
Over sea and land
It reaches far
with a ghostly hand
Wave after wave
Disperses sea spray
Dampening the air
The day turns grey
It spins inland
Bringing unsettled air
Its ghostly hand
Strips the trees bare
Leaves and debris
Darken the sky
Blinding the hurricane’s
Ghostly eye
As it starts to wobble
Its gale winds die
