When the Sun hides its face

  When the Sky gets angry, its countenance deep somber, the blackest of noire

    When the Wind moans with a sorrow filled monotone

      When the Sea froths at the mouth, wild in fury

        When the cowardly moon occasional peeks from beneath its covers

           When the trees sway like drunken men, balance unsure

             When God’s voice sounds with force and stroke

                When the fire from his mouth flicker hither and thither

 

Then roofs like birds take wing

  Then umbrellas as if robbed by highway men lift their hands high in surrender

    Then trees in terror split apart

     Then animals in panic have no heart

       Then humans with might to destroy the earth out of fear indoors cower with hands over ears, with eyes closed in terror

           Then sailors who earth’s treasures transport short and far from valley to mountain top conveyed are with hearts of fear