Lucretius / Norgat e
A racing twister rip out trees, juggle them, then scatter them on plains,
batter mountain peaks with forestsplintering blasts? Heard unseen thunder?
You have seen runnels swell into torrents brimming with icemelt, swirling
uprooted orchards to the river’s mouth, whirling arms of trees down weirs.
Bridges won’t withstand the skeltering storm water. So a burn swollen
by deluging rain drives its force against arches, smashes heavy stone,
hurls away and drowns whatever resists the flow of its wild currents.
Whirlwind or whirlpool, both smash, twirl, rip, wind things up in sucking eddies.