Mother nature

The sand sweeps across the deserted town in little yellow tufts grating against the asphalt and the stone walls of building. The wind quickly takes up the challenge against man and runs through the streets faster and faster. Gathering strength from the surrounding desert the wind goes into a frenzied attack carrying the sand from the bottomless vault and hurling it in all directions. A tornado of sand blasted the town in furious rage at the intrusion. Nature had been sleeping while we built our town and cities, while we destroyed its land, its forests, its oceans and seas. Slowly we had taken away its life, draining its life blood little by little but it did not stay asleep for long. Fighting with determination and fury, Nature strikes back to show us how infinitely small and helpless we are, how our folly and pride has led us astray. It will unleash its worst, sandstorms, blizzards, tsunamis and we should be humbled by its might. When its forgiving sunshine comes back in spring, I hope we remember.