Natures Tongue

The green sea slithers slowly, 

Onward. 

Consuming all in its path. 

 

The scorching sun searing down 

Simply, fuelling its search. 

Surrender impossible for it knows no words 

Hears no voices and  

Heeds no laws. 

 

Escape is futile, 

Safety unknown. 

 

Its sight when absorbed, 

Is almost always; 

Lost. 

 

Vibrant with colour  

Carrying a colossus; 

Of death. 

 

Fuelled by endings. 

Yet this cycle, 

Still spinning, 

Never truly stops.