A STORM is coming soon, and we will see 
If humans conquer nature after all; 
It seems to me more likely the reverse, 
Or else we would live longer without pain, 
And things would be more better than more worse. 

The clouds that gather do not know our names; 
The viruses we spread heed not our dreams. 
A storm is coming, someday or today, 
And we will understand our place in things 
When all we’ve built and cherish blows away