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.
