Fierce winds blow, and
Torrents of rain cleanse the Earth.
Trees from longtime past bend to their breaking points-
Snap like twigs, or
Give in from their previously sturdy foundation.

Clear pictures transmit from space,
Its route long foretold,
But, in the end,
The journey will be made alone, predestined and inevitable,
It will not be chosen by flesh and blood.

The incident brings pain and sorrow, destruction,
CLARITY.
A higher spirit present'¦
The realization makes minds clench.
Let the counseling begin.

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