trembling trees shall dance
fearfully in the gusting wind of her vengeance
beneath a sky of thundering lights
to herald
the fuming assemblage
of dark gravid clouds at distant heights
what shall appease
her grim temper,
in the days she rises
to punish thy fledging mutiny
against her little rivers?
that the heavens
weep not for thee shall be thy fears
for thou shall dearly
pay with thy blood for their tears
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