Wind Storm

The tempest has made herself known 

She calls you in with crystal blue clarity and radiant sunlight 

Her beauty blinds you to the danger as she screams down the mountain 

First, your little birdhouse loses the shingles off the roof 

Then, a tree falls and crushes the walls and the ice cold wind swirls within 

The tempest blasts your little birdhouse apart 

She knows her power and tricks you to trust her 

But all she really wants is to blow your soul apart