Wasteland

As rain and wind blot out the sky,

The giants above are beginning to cry,

Trees up root from the earth below,

The freezing wind howls with falling snow,

Rocks tumble from the mountains so high,

Mud surges down in countless slides,

The earth below begins to crumble,

And as the ground begins to rumble,

From under feet appear broadening holes,

So big they impend to swallow souls,

And the quaking,

Oh the endless shaking,

It turns the rubble to sand,

And the earth befits to a tranquil wasteland.