The Storm

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

To harvest more in fields unknown,
For avarice measures of their own.
Then reach an outcome of sad dismay,
Some surely will have to 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 hearts grew mild and meek.
For no longer could they 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 terrible 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.