Her Wrath

As I stared out of my window,
Riding down the road,
I watched the trees wave their arms in the wind,
As if to beg Her storm to have mercy on them.

The flowers and wheat bowed their heads to Her latest show of power
The rains poured down unmercifully,
Pounding the earth with a million tiny fists.

This is just one of Her latest storms.
She, like others who are earth-bound,
Is tired of the earth’s torture.
Yet unlike others,
She is the mother of all wild things.
Still being part of His plan,
She installs justice for nature under a watchful eye.

Tornados, earthquakes,
All are the same,
Yet none are tame.
The creatures will get their world back,
But unlike humans,
Will not go behind your back.
Everyone that will, and has done wrong to nature,
Will learn Her true strength.
As a last word, be prepared for Her wrath.





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