The fires rage
And rivers roar
But calmness is at hand
And with the passing of every day
Each of them consumes the land

And soon enough
Each will stop
And order will restore
Every anger will be at bay
And calmness returns to shore

Destruction and chaos
Growth and life
The trees and rocks will be mossy
And everything will reveal to say
We will forever be a posse
 
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