The Storm

After the dust craze settles 
Forward, on passage, we all move  
Behind the storm in circles  


And in circles we await the next encounter   
Between then and now, and now's encounters 
We stand on reflection with thinkers cup  


Tasked to prepare for the next encounter  
It is our key performance indicators  
And we are told to know in fact  


That impact will suffocate and drawn 
The man who did nothing,  
After first encounter 


He relayed on the tree 
For protection in the first storms encounters 
And hopes to do the same again 


To have just quenched the fire at the edge 
But did nothing from the source  
The spark, the reasons triggered ignored 


And built no bunker to protect his own  
That man will suffocate 
In the mist of the storm