The wind swirls freely to form
Invisible shapes which adorn
The trees on the slopes, which get torn
And from this dance, are again reborn
The earth's emotions start to shape
What eventually will be its timely fate
Moving the ground to stimulate
Trying to stop, before its too late
The water penetrates the surface within
Forming the shapes of where its been
The land shifts to form new ground
And be surrounded by water and sound
Shapes and forms created specifically
Within a world of obscurity
This is our destructive parody
Which shapes and forms our reality.
C. Vergara
08.22.2006
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