wreck this planet
winds from every direction
beat upon the surface
tear up trees
raise dust storms
shake the mountains
we all run from something
we cannot see
but we can feel it
I am so small
crouching in a ravine
watching green lightning flicker
I close my eyes as the grains of sand
sting my face
and I wonder if I will survive this assult
when the red sun struggles to the horizon
will we all be part of the past
or will we crawl out of our holes
and start living again
