Sometimes there are tornadoes The world spinning round and round on the outside As I stand observing from the inside In the eye of it all In my own hell, or well, of emotions Noticing the chaos Barbie and Ken dolls running amuck Safety nets ripped to shreds People hating and killing others Thugs being bullies to innocent, scared children And Noticing the beauty A precious, brand new little one Tail-wagging puppies and kittens tickling children A breathtaking oil painting sky