The Great Flood

Old constants, freed now by the flood:
stout evergreens unstuck from mud
diluting roots, once stable land,
while boulders glide as rivers strand
and buckling bridges suffer weight
of forests fast becoming freight
transported by torrential rain
relinquishing its vicious bane
once everything's become unbound,
abolishing all sense of ground.

The Great Flood © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Inspired partly by so-called Great Floods in Earth's history:
Submitted: November 23, 2020