The Storm

From an unforgiving sky one day,
The choking dust blew on its way.
Some say nature was entirely to blame,
Or men who played their foolish game.

To harvest more in fields unknown,
For avarice measures of their own.
Then reach an outcome of sad dismay,
This tenebrous day they will finally pay.

As the harsh wind swept miles wide,
Dark dust to dark dust was to abide.
Over the cloud- swept western sky,
Smothering landscapes far and high.

Birds their safe shelter tried to seek,
People's spirits grew mild and meek.
For no longer could souls simply see,
Beyond any shadow of any small tree.

Day from night now hard to tell,
Consumed within this living hell.
On and on it belligerently blows,
With no end in sight of its repose.

Changing all true nature's form,
Swiftly swept this blighting storm.
Abuse no more old Mother Earth,
Preserve her soil for new birth.

Never to repeat the same dire error,
Or else repeat the same dire terror.
And humbly pray In God We Trust,
Eradicate forever this storm of dust.