Creative Writing : The Gale

... Creative Writing : The Gale A shrieking gale hurled itself against the helpless trees, constantly pounding them, and quickly removing the remains of a once proud foliage. My eyes stung as I silently stared out of the window, concentrating upon the small yet dense copse that lay at the bottom of the path. It amazed me when I thought how feeble we really are when compared to mother nature, the immense monstrosity that could easily wipe out a population within seconds; yet effortlessly create another so soon. I quickly snapped myself out of the hypnotic condition I was currently under, I had never grasped the idea of a concept like that before, and it soon escalated to the point where I couldn't think of anything else. What if there was a domineering force like mother nature, who could do whatever it pleased with us, whenever it felt like it? I would

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