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It's a coming
There's a fire on the mountain
And there's flooding down below
Only those whom are sleeping
Do not care for they don't know
The desert sand's are drifting
And dunes will soon disappear
The scorpions and camels
Are now moving far from here
The ocean waves are rising
And crash heavy on the shore
All the beaches have been closed
Life guards won't be back no more
The choir no longer sings
Those songs that once were so dear
But since the church is empty
There be no one left to hear
The winds pound hard like hammers
Leaving broken down old homes
While gardens hold the remnants
Of the children's favoured gnomes
The streets have long been empty
There's been silence for a while
Mother Nature's been and gone
And she left wearing a smile
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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