The moon hides in the night,
The sun on the run
Has taken flight.
It's dark all around,
Even deer with fear
Lie still, close to the ground.
A flash in the sky,
The sound of doom in a boom
As nature fears this moment to die.
Trembling and blowing out of the norm,
Even the trees lose their leaves...
While in comes, a late summer thunderstorm.
Nature's fear
Draws near,
Lightning the pyre
Threatening to set all the world on fire.
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