A Martian Sends A Postcard

Enraged downrush, hearts were tumbling,

bubbling, splashing pouring down on rough rocks,

slipping off the edge falling to its death,

the roaring sound of its body hitting its own depths,

Like tears swelling it surges,

the night light of the inky emptiness guiding the way,

a secret hideout for what lays beyond the shore,

after a days work its mind becomes gentle and clear,

Pouring down drops of sorrow,

a ghost's song is sung and away it goes,

as the towers of Mother Nature shower and it starts to drizzle,

the cat and dog weather comes to an end,

An endless void pulling you closer and closer,

a vortex leaving you shaken and petrified,

a hurried twister of all doom,

whatever goes down never comes out.