'The whirl wind'

The Rustling Leaves and dirt fly
The young and old both seek cover
Swift particles of fire wood hover
No one has a place to rely

The dogs bray without reply
The horses neigh forever
While the cats mew and sigh
Sheep and pigs, bleat,grunt in clusters

The lowing of distant cows roam
In a moment the wind holds sway
Like the grip of a well-made foam
But guess what! a time to pay

Every stained soul to drop his cloak
Inhabitants of the earth follow narrow way
Drop every dirty calls in your phone
Or can't you see the DOOM'S DAY

.......EWULUM GEORGE.......