Storm (Part III)

(Read Part I and Part II.)

Kew moved forward with his Storm
As she went calling worms.
Forward now to build and learn,
His friendly nature took its turn
In tickling tendrils of a river fern.

He got his invite to a riverbank,
Befriended all who came his way,
Grew up rocks, trees – he wouldn’t stay
In place, spreading like spilled ink!
One more successful link.

The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
Give in and go agog,
Melt into the fog.