The brooding sea is restless
Her deepest moods
in flux;
As if her anger's building
To violent
Climax
Her colors mutating
From azure shades
of blue,
to inky blackness leaping
pouncing
without cue
Fathoms stretching upward
Reaching for the sky
Racing
for the helpless land
Many there
Will die
The ocean's roaring furiously
Stampeding over land
Ripping
Tearing, pounding
Nothing there
can stand
Marauding waters overwhelm
Destroying life and limb
Retreating now
ingests survivors
Drags them
Deep within
The tidal wave has come and gone
So very few are left
Stunned
By nature's merciless power
And utterly
Bereft
Landscape stripped and shattered
People dead or dying
No-one calls
The Living God,
All you hear
Is sighing.
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