Changes of Nature

 

There is a home,

Drawn by a view,

A valley of flowers,

Scent of warm sunlight,

Here is the warmth of nature.

 

There is a hill,

Rumbling bold,

Flashes of light,

A trickle of smoke,

Vapour of old.

 

There was an old house,

Perched on a hill,

A deafening roar,

Came thunderous nature,

House and hill are no more.

Craig Worcester
Feb 20 2021

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