Wrath
The grass has withered
and turned to dust.
All we see is dust.
The wind is cold
and especially fierce.
All we feel is cold.
The ocean is bitter
and raging with anger.
All we taste is bitter.
The birds will shriek
and scream curses and hate
All we hear are curses.
The sun has cried
and mourned the day
All we think is for ourselves.
The earth will die
and eventually end.
All we know is nothing.