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The Retreat.


The water dashed on the rocks

turned inside with a brush.

The wind  stuck on the hillocks

went back in a rush.

The rains fell heavily on the land locks

decreased  in a hush.

The devastation was terrific on the flocks

creating a violent  crush.

There ends everything on the dock

making nothing out  in a fuss.water flows back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Creation Nature Rain thoughts

It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.