Like a striking windswept landscape that electrifies the soul
Or a monumental thunderstorm, that hits you when you're cold
When the sun is burning brightly, and the land is dry and cracked
You can feel the world is hostile, and that nature's been attacked
When the continents no longer drift, but still they feel the strain
From so much inner turmoil, that you feel it's utter pain
When you know there's nothing you can do, but watch it take its course
No matter how we try and plan, you cannot stop this force.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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