Nature’s dance

This is the fire beauty that rages from the earth. Serenity lay in wait to be ripped apart from its wildest form. Torrents of exhilaration pour from the sky. Quakes shake the ocean to cry out. Blistering crescendo from every form of life. All are thrust from rest to revel in violent beauty. Nothing sleeps while nature takes its fiercest dance.
mankind a scourge on seedless Earth. What are we but just lying in the silhouette of death ready to be consumed. Nothing but meagre puppets are we in this cowled scoundrels waltz.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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