Why So Angry?

Why does serpent’s hiss,
Whispering wild rot,
Burn in your hearts,
Stirring
In bubbling, boiling cauldron?
Why do rustling leaves,
Blowing in evening breeze,
Conjure storms
Brewing
Through your breath?
Why does distant thunder,
Rumbling from afar,
Shake the ground beneath you,
Stirring
In your splintered soul?
Does sun’s warm hug
Not gently warm
Icy storms
Melting
Away the ice?
Why so angry, my friend,
When each day offers an end,
A chance for peace,
Becoming
Companion rather than angry shadow?