There’s a sway in the air,

The blowing leaves just don’t care,

Up with a gust they twirl so fine,

A thousand waltzers out of time,

The dance goes on,

In a wind so strong,

With no clear beat,

The movement repeats,

Others join the dance,

Wrappers, bags and crushed cans,

They freestyle moves and dart around,

Never settling on the ground,

There’s a good sway among the trees,

This is more than just a breeze,

Slate and house bricks tear away,

They too wish to groove this day,

Now the trees are torn from roots,

To the sky dance they do shoot,

All the wreckage down below,

Caused by the rhythm of a tornado.