Storm of Time

Rain-laden clouds


Over the land,

Meeting with

The untouched

Dusky sky,

Heralding the treacherous,

Disastrous deluge from the

Heavens that was

Yet to come.

Emerald green was the trees

And the grasses,

As well as the 

Murky pool

In the garden,

Reflecting back the

Oncoming storm in the

Twilight atmosphere.

The fading blue of the sky and

The storm gray of the clouds and

The vibrant green of the trees all


Wrap around one another and 

Exist within the others and

Are reminiscent of the 

Primordial chaos

That shaped the Earth

At the dawn of


This poem is about: 
Our world


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