Mother Nature

Cars rush down the road outside, their engines roaring as the wind howls back at them.
Mother natures cry.
The wooden doors rattle from the force of her grief fuelled blows.
Tiles fall from roofs, shattering on the concrete, there where the flowers once sprang.
A pine tree, towering high alongside the remnants of a once blooming forest,lining the edges of the by-pass.
Tumbling now, crushing cars in it’s wake.
Malice actions taken upon a belief, mother nature could not argue nor show grief.
An ignorance is clear, if you listened, it would show.
The revenge and grief which mother nature sows.