dark clouds are ponds in the sky
contained until the perfect time
the perfect storm
when mother nature cries
providing to all earth’s inhabitants
what’s necessary for life
she feeds all
seeps into the earth
the cycle repeats
life goes on
The wind is transportation for debris
clearing empty fields, innocently
littering someone else’s land.
When the wind brings garbage to shore,
it stops at the sand — it blows no more.
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