Harvest

Little fishes playing,

Swimming here and there.

All's right in the water,

But something's wrong within the air.

There is the sound of loud thunder,

But this is no natural storm.

Some of the creatures look upwards,

With gazes cast forlorn.

Another crash and it begins,

The harvest of the seas.

Many taken all at once,

Others try to flee.

But none below escape the Vortex,

It swiftly takes its prey.

Then disappears from this world's skies,

Back to normal goes the day.

Sunlight shines down from above,

And softly blows the breeze.

Calm above, chaos below,

Within an empty sea.