Springvale, where dreams once brightly lay,
The floods did rush and nature's rage unfurl.
Remorseful, a beastly tide swept all in its fray;
Then drowned the streets, fields, mortal's pearl.
For two long days, the rains did fiercely pour,
Crushed the crops ere harvest could be reaped.
The people's cries did pierce the heavens' core,
As dreams dissolved in tears, the valley weeped.
One murmured to his mate, 'our sins thus wrought, '
Next sighed, 'we've plundered nature's store'
And in concord, I did find this bitter thought.
As we abuse, instantly she strikes us to the core.
And lo, when her wrath upon us she bestows,
‘Tis, we who do bear the burden of our woes.
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