Nature's Cymbals

The wind like a screaming demon
Raced across the lonely land
Running with perfect passion,
As it blasts sand over bones from ages past.

The rapidly rushing water
Running with wild force
Crashes against the stones,
As it roars through the valley.

The constant pounding of raindrops
Falling heavily from the heavens,
Heaving against the cold concrete,
Drowning out all thinkable thought.

The continuous crashing waves
Pounding the shore of sand,
Washing away in oblivion
All creatures once living.

The rapidly repeating claps of thunder
Shake savagely the entire earth,
Scarring all so they seek shelter
Leaving only the lonely land.

By: WW aka Steph