The Earthquake
I would like to tell you,
What lurks beneath the ground,
It sits there still for many years,
And doesn't make a sound.
Then one day you will feel,
The grounds beneath you shake,
The trees start falling over,
All cables loose like snakes.
Then the floor will open,
Wide cracks along the ground,
And a noise as loud as thunder,
With buildings falling down.
No body has control of it,
The shaking and the sound,
It's deadly and takes many lives,
The earthquake beneath the ground.
Written byDavid Boyce
08 December 2004
DavidBoyce©2004
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