A storm is brewing out on the sea,
Not one being knows how bad it’ll be.
It will destroy Their careless mistakes
The pointless grey buildings that They make
A blast of lightning strikes hard on earth
Causes Them to fear for Their worth
But continue still to squander Their wealth
Without a care for the great Earth’s health
The wind blows hard across the land
Tearing up years of toil of hand.
Restores the plain to the way it was
Before They dig again with metal claws
The rain pours justly upon the stone
Chlling all cities to the bone
Washes away, sins of the past
They get the message. At last.
The sun rises calmly in the east
The storm has abated, soothing the beast
They will heal Their dreadful blunder
Lest the storm again tear Them asunder.