Mother rages war again

Upon her jagged skin

Pushing plates together now

She knows that she will win

 

Spitting out her flaming soul

From inside her belly

Not even giving any thoughts

Or care, if she has any

 

Her tears will flood many parts

And crush with such an ease

They travel upon the mighty clouds

Which ride upon the breeze

 

The mighty roar of the mothers cry

As she reshapes her body

Twisting and churning her ragged edge

Where changing times are plenty.