Last Call from the Planet

The oceans whisper warnings. In the rising of the tide. A quiet execution.

Of a world we try to hide. A storm is growing distant.

Like a sermon in the rain. A last call from the planet. Echoed softly through

the flame. This is our last call. Echoes in the dying sky.

When the winds begin to crawl. When the oceans learn to fly. Every warning we

ignored. Now returns to shake the ground. This is our last call.

Can you hear it coming down? Tornadoes twist like prophets. Writing scripture in

the dust . Super storms are rising. From a world