Nature wil speak, and often times very loudly, when she is angry.
Listen To The Songs Of Woe
Beat on, O heart. Beat on.
Keep the rhythm of the Earth.
Beat on, O heart. Beat on.
Tell us of what you are worth.
Listen now and watch it change
From beating heart to spirit.
Listen to the songs of woe
That sing for those who'll hear it.
Shake the ground and move the land
And stir the oceans vast
For all the cost of greed has come
To take its toll at last.
In the time of endless days
Nature will speak her mind
With thunderous claps
And lighting blasts
In raging storms unkind.
Wailing winds in vortex spin
Black with certain death
Mighty wave, a flooding grave
Bring gales of rancid breath.
All the enemies of nature's law
Should forever be forewarned
For hell hath no fury
As Mother Nature scorned!
Kathy Lockhart
7/01/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-07-01 at 09:08
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