MOTHER'S CREST
Thunder, what a beautiful sound.
The mother, holds her ground.
Heralding, lighting as her crown.
Her tears, are so profound.
If only they could purify, the deformity Ov mankind.
Washing away, the blight ov humanity.
Would it not be, the best ov it's refinery.
Living as mother nature's best, dignified again, heralding her crest.