CRUELTY

So cruel and wicked all around;
As they sway to and fro
In stormy weather.
Shivering in the cold
They plead-be kind
With running tears.
Tormented by the rain,and
The wind blows across the field of view,
At first - a colorful lady,
So tall and beautiful, 
Now stripped to the skin.
There she stands in snow and dew
To hide her shame.
So gallantly she fought
without a chance.
Patiently she waits
For an eventful turn.