Mother Nature's Fury

The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise.  No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there. Once a place full of laughter, warming sunshine and happy ever after.  An explosion of fury, smoke encapsulates the air. No one seemed to care, until the world was bare. And then we ask, how is this fair?  

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