Saturday, September 4, 2010

Nature's Hands

A brewing storm
The wind outside
Mother Nature's
Howling cry

The sound of anger
Vengeful wails
Mother starts
To tell her tale

From the ground
The trees are ripped
A brutal scream
From angry lips

From the sky
There comes a rain
Mother Nature's
Tears of pain

A flood of hate
A flood of fear
Make no mistake
No safety here

Ride it out
May want to pray
That Nature
Sees a better day

And when it's done
Not much still stands
The wicked work
Of Nature's hands

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