The Happening
The mountains bleeding into the sky,
Whispering soft visions,
That send black shadows casting over.
The million stars,
Approaching ones heart.
Indulging the moment for when the whispers reach our ears,
Sending tears to our heads.
As lightning strikes,
Once.
Twice.
Three times,
As trees come stumbling down,
Winds raising their voices.
Pushing everything aside.
The silence burried away in screams of the waters,
Clashing up against the salty rocks.
Sending coldness to the ears of the blind,
Who can't see what natures upsetting with.
For mother shall'nt do us harm,
Let us strain upon your hands.
As your trees come tumbling down,
And winds scream with shame.
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