unleashing its wrath upon the earth,
the sky ceases resistance,
the sun being clouded over with a blinding veil,
the mist descending down like a hungry beast,
and eating up the trees from the top,
which are being wildly pushed on
by strange winds and rain to uproot them,
and fighting back
with everything they’ve got to win the battle,
and will win
because they’ve been pumped
with the belief that they might win
because they’ve weathered the most,
and will survive this one.
But, will they?