Water, Sticks and Bark

Dust gone like the wind in the blink of an eye

Leaves becoming paper shreddings born from nothing but air and wood

Sticks, bark and branches become the thunder of its earth

The seas tell stories of their struggles and their strain

Wind flowing and flying far beyond the fray

Mother Nature’s anger ruins her creations

A cave's water traces tears down its face at its feet

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Creating as it destroys

Tears become rivers, falls and all in between

Creatures fill the airy silence with their whistles

Or their calls, their screeches or cries

Would we rather this over never seeing it again?