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
Soon. Very soon.
Nature does not know defeat And we are waging a war It’s wrath will find us Razing all we’ve built
The time has come.
