From an unforgiving sky one day,
The choking dust blew on it's way.
Some say, nature was entirely to blame,
Others, men who played a foolish game.
To harvest much more in fields unknown,
For some avarice measure of their own.
Then reaching an outcome of sad dismay,
Someone surely would have to finally pay.
As the harsh wind swept miles wide,
Dark dust to dark dust was to abide.
Over the cloud swept western sky,
Darkened landscapes far and high.
Birds their shelter tried to seek,
Peoples hearts grew mild and meek.
For no longer could they simply see,
Beyond the shadow of a small tree.
Changing all true nature's form,
Swiftly came this terrible storm.
Abuse no more old Mother Earth,
Preserve the soil for new birth.
Stop erosion whenever you can,
Elongating a fertility lifespan.
Never to repeat the same dire error,
Or else repeat the same dire terror.
Eradicate forever this cloud of dust,
And humbly pray, In God We Trust.
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