FICKLE NATURE

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FICKLE NATURE

Every day a tragedy,
The north, the south, the east, the west;
Torn trees and battered homes we see;
The human victims put to test.

Volcanoes roar, the earth's crust heaves,
While giant waves destroy the shore;
Strong gusting winds whole towns bereaves,
Can human suff'ring stand much more?

Soon others come with help and hope,
With sympathy from all around;
The victims learn they still can cope,
A surge of courage often found.

The earth lies still, the waves calm down,
Benevolent the sunny sky;
Ma Nature wears her brightest gown,
But grief persists for ones who die.

Sol the Sage

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