The Mountain

The Mountain

written by: James Walmsley

 

In quiet mountain pastures on this given day,
I heard a little groan as a piece of ice broke away.
Like nature’s little tear drops it shattered upon the rocks.
Then across the mountain with the forest spread before.
The Mountain ice melted in torrents it did flow.
It swept away all the creatures and the forest lived no more.
The blazing sun burnt the soil and turned it into dust.
Along came the winds with gust after gust.
It was then the frost began to creep and life was in a wakeless sleep.
Now the planet was dormant, not everything was dead.
But unfortunately for mankind on this earth, he no longer treads.
The planet will recover in millennia maybe more.
If there is a place for mankind we will never know.
Because of mankind’s apathy, everything had to die,
As for mankind, he is just a giant dust cloud darkening the sky.