Destiny

From earth’s deep bowels when flames spit forth and thunder shakes the ground a seething mass of melted rock is strewn for miles around. When red grows dark and searing heat has cooled but all is torn the darkest doom lies on the land with greyness all forlorn. In moonlike scenes the earth has changed its rocks now look like seas, an envelope of fluid mass instead of grass and trees. Remember this, when earth decides to let its voice be heard, not even gods can change the path that destiny preferred. Ivor G Davies