The sea painted gray

Turned from a sparkling blue

Now a violent turmoil of waves

Havoc and ruin left in it’s wake

It is almost time.

Winds no longer gently caress.

Instead, a stranger with vicious animosity

A friend from so long ago,

turned savage and brutish

A revolution to come.

Forests once bursting with life

Now quiet in anticipation

There are whispers of change

And promises of requital

S...