Florida’s Land

Hurricane Milton, fierce and wild. 
Winds like a freight train, waves tall and steep, 
The state trembled, stirred from its sleep. 

Clouds gathered thick, in a furious spin, 
The ocean rose high, beckoning within. 
Palms bent low, under heaven's command, 
Milton's wrath sweeping across the land. 

Homes once sturdy, now shaken and bare, 
The air filled with whispers of worry and prayer. 
But through the storm, a resilience grew, 
The heart of the people, strong and true.
For storms will come, but they pass in time,
Leaving behind both sorrow and rhyme.
And though Milton raged, the sun will rise,
Bringing hope to Florida's skies.