Global Mourning
The Sky looked grim,
fearing what was to come.
And the clouds, weeping softly,
soon steadily poured out their thoughts.
Trees thrashed about in anger; fighting then loosing.
Roots were desperately clinging to the bare soil
And the clouds, weeping softly,
soon steadily poured out their thoughts.
Trees thrashed about in anger; fighting then loosing.
Roots were desperately clinging to the bare soil
The entire earth was grieving.
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