Nature s Independence Day 1 1 9 



cries fly to inner haunts they wot of; the trees 

 writhe ; the mighty beast rolls from the thunder 

 cloud that blackens and blots out the sultry sky, 

 and with its swift and yearning rains makes the 

 cool odours of the refreshed earth &quot; forth from far 

 recesses fern scents rush.&quot; And with such gracious 

 legacies departs the heated day in the imposing 

 grandeur of the storm. 



