Day 14: Mother Earth
Gently lapping and nurturing the kindred
She is usually serene and welcoming
Choppy it becomes when the moon bids
On the shoulders of the beach she comes crashing
The sea gives and gives as much as she can
But cannot take indiscriminate trashing!
Thus, as the sun meets the horizon
And the breeze is sultry and warm,
The glassy sea hides in its womb
Seeds of calamity and harm
The ochre hue splashed across,
Warns of an unsettled calm.
The cacophony of the birds above
Indicates an uneasy restlessness
The eye cannot perceive
Nature chafing at its harness
The innards start rolling
But the surface reflects calmness.
Suddenly it loses all control
Wave after wave and another
The sea’s fury is eventually unleashed
It is partial to none as it rumbles all over
Relentless in its pursuit of prey
To avenge wrongs wrought on it forever.
On and on it crashes unabated
The wounds inflicted leaving all shattered
Shorn of all it had possessed
Humanity stands beaten and battered
Clobbered and thoroughly defeated
Faith, irredeemably tattered.
The predator has now been preyed upon
In the humble justice of order
Men stand bereft of all material possessions
Clutching helplessly each other
The sea returns unrepentant
Finally, it has restored order.
(Written for OctPoWriMo)