Natural disaster

I think about the trees that protect me from the blazing sun. 

The birds that sing me to sleep

The wind that keeps me cool

 

But eventually

I Stop Thinking

(whisper) And Close my eyes

The wind

It's good

It’s Great

 

AND GOD SAID

 

Die!

(whisper)Reincarnate

CHANGE!

A wing? a beak!? some feathers!!?

Look around!!!!!!!!!!

The place you called home...is gone!

Houses but no home!

Where Fifty trees once stood

(whisper) And Close your eyes

The wind

It feels good

And God said

 

Die!

(whisper)Reincarnate

Change

Skin, hair, nails

Meditate

(whisper)Close your eyes

Close your eyes!

Close your eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wind?

Where is the Wind?

This…….

(whisper)This is no good.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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