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.