This morning was colder than the night,
for the moon stole the sun.
The sky was alien,
as rolling grey forces were illumed.
The trees they danced and sang their own tune,
silencing out all other voices.
The animals huddled and fled,
as hell was being summoned.
Suddenly all was calm!
In wait we all stood,
with the barren ground beneath us.
Hell was rapidly unleashed, as to cleanse off the earth.
So that tomorrow will flourish with favour.
The poet is an ecologist that has taken a step back from mainstream living and has found enjoyment from writing and sharing poetry.