The winds grow stronger as the howl and blow fiercely.
The forces of nature taking back everything we stole from this planet.
So beautiful yet unforgiving with the amount of destruction that lies in it's wake.
No more war, starvation, nor deceit just an undeniable submission to our defeat.
Take a gander of all that is laid to waste. Is this what you had in mind when you suggested a better tomorrow?
No! How could it have been, you aren't that clever.
Mother nature has grown sick and tired of the way we have treated her planet and ours, the hurricane released so powerful in it's mass the world we have come to know is now a thing of the not so distant past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem