Maelstrom

The golden grains grazed the sleeping children.

The grains traveled on as they wired together in the murky salted water.

They swirled around grabbing bare hands over and over.

Clouds sunk down into the raging dust twister,

frightened by the heaven's roar.

The lights flicked over and over, they too scared, but fearless.

The storm was not to subside, but the light reigned on flashing the signal:

Maelstrom.