Each complete orbit the moon makes is important.
Tides stay on course with each new day in the morning,
and at night it settles. The wind’s tune is toned down,
Just to come back around and shout, “This is our zone now!”
It’s been described as a war since the birth of our planet.
Human first! Because of this, they’re not learning to manage
how to accept defeat, and one day will be the end of their days.
There’s nothing they can do or say to stop her from sending waves
to attack the land mass. Which in return quakes, the ground loosens.
Ash pours from volcanoes disrupting the pace of cloud movement.
Mother Nature fires back, again she brings a tsunami to land.
Mother Earth clutches a breath and begins to embody a plan
to disrupt her quasi stance with power. This allowed her
flowers to bloom calmly, she prevailed seasons filled with showers.
Earth didn’t want to drown, so she made up an agreement
that would show peace in the world, or as how she sees it.
Nature never agreed, so she believed she would achieve
peace by continuing on with her need to pull the teeth
of the seemingly clueless and weak surface Earth possesses.
She wants to digest it, reformat life into lone sections.
Even with Earth and Nature fighting on a daily basis,
the war will end with peace on land when it’s been recreated.
Or reinstated, however you eye it is how you will describe it.
This writing is for the survivors, the ones who stayed inside with
their private life with family, friends and their sanity.
If they stepped outside, the world’s war with itself will tear gravity
a new hole for human to stumble through. Sadly you wonder who
wanted to split apart the ground that’s been under you.