Tidal Wave
Tidal Wave
A rumble, a shift; deep in the abyss.
You would never even notice, a minor thing to miss.
The forces of the shock, move silently along.
On shore, the villagers; knew nothing to be wrong.
Closer and closer, the rippling of the waves.
A voice of Mother Earth; the laws of Newton’s slaves.
On the shelf it gathers, increasing in its might.
To build a Titan’s hand, and smash a deadly plight.
Up and up the water, a wall is rising high.
Blotting out the sun and the deeply azuring sky.
So terrible the Chaos, bursting forth the dam.
Annihilating the meek; the silencing of the lamb.
In moments it had ended, Quiet was the shore.
The village and its people, Terra made no-more.
The few that did survive; For loved ones, tears did flow.
Picked up their few possessions and sought a place to go.
No matter where you are, this land you are upon,
life it does not stop, the living shall go on.
Mother Nature gives us love, I believe it is her goal.
But sometimes she is harsh, extracting a heavy toll.
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