Prophecy

​Sky turns inky black,

Wind goes wildly cruel,

Sand betrays lovely land,

Yet, trees prefer to battle

Amongst the crowd who

Lung for a shelter to hide!

Because it expected the minds

Of ambience would change one day.

Whereas poor people, still hoped

Life would be monotonous

all the time.

Summary:

Life is subjected to change. Unless or otherwise one forecasts and prepares accordingly, life will be as miserable as relaying to a dead end for shelter while the fierce storm chases you.

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