Her core glows brighter and brighter,
This signifies her ire.
Many a chance she has given us,
Yet we failed to please her.
Her anger causes a hellish heat,
Thus, melting icy plains.
The lush green fields,
Turn to deserts of sand.
The creatures of the forests,
Turn to skeletons of dismay.
It won't be long before,
Mother Nature ends it all.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
