The earth trembles,
Trees shake from their vary roots,
A flash cuts through the sky,
Wind carries a grunt of god, himself.
Children crying,
Dogs barking,
Sound can be heard from every direction,
White as paper is everyone's complexion.
Silence follows,
An eerie feeling sets in,
Waiting for another,
Listening carefully.
Is it the end?
Or shall it continue?
Can people finely rest?
Or are we forever doomed?
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
The earth trembles,
Trees shake from their vary roots,
A flash cuts through the sky,
Wind carries a grunt of god, himself.
Children crying,
Dogs barking,
Sound can be heard from every direction,
White as paper is everyone's complexion.
Silence follows,
An eerie feeling sets in,
Waiting for another,
Listening carefully.
Is it the end?
Or shall it continue?
Can people finely rest?
Or are we forever doomed?
