The Wrath of a Tornado

A tornado swirled, like a spinning top.
It ripped everything in its path
It was moving forward, non-stop.
No one was safe from its wrath.

It turned and twisted, looking for survivors.
The blowing wind was a hungry bear.
No one was brave enough to be a fighter.
Raging roars, it starts to snare

It would use its palm
to pull trees from the ground.
Causing confusion, chaos and great harm,
To everyone that was around.

Damage to everything in its trail
Punching and pounding in its fierce existence.
The loud, sharp siren blows and wails.
It will stop, and come back in an instant.

Everyone hid, scared and frightened,
Huddling together like a family.
Wishing the day was over and enlightened,
But the tornado was nasty and beastly.