There is a rumour
that Mother Nature spills
it creeps among the clover
and drifts across the hills.
Spilled from beaks
that peck the tiny pink
it falls from open mouths
awash with salty drink.
These rumours fade
every now and then
then hide in the shadows
waiting to emerge again.
Then before it realises
those rumours appear like magic
their timing almost a threat
and the result is tragic.
The land moves closer
like pennies at the bar
tipping towards the edge
then it has gone too far.
Everything in its path then fall
falling forever, now it is too late.
The earth below is now another image
it was in the rumour, its own fate.
The earth's plate decided to slide
had a bit of a shift around
Taking no prisoners, it just moved
a mud slide, above and below ground.
It takes the decision
whether we like it or not
Nature, wildlife and humans
suffer, has Mother Nature forgot.
Forgot that changes matter
everything has a consequence
she is blind and very deaf to it
and lacks the common sense.
The shape of the coastline
now a very different kettle of fish
But why could she have not left it alone
is what we all now wish.
But Mother Nature appears to be selfish
it suits its own little self
Now the land above panics,
sitting on Mother Nature's shelf.