What you are

You are a fierce stallion galloping across the decimated battle field.

You are a bird tweeting out calm songs at the foot of the waterfall.

You are the blazing inferno slowly dying and plunging the Earth in to coldness.

You are the raging meteor shower killing the dinosaurs.

You are the poppies in Flanders field sprouting to their highest.

You are the taste of the blood of your victims.

You are mount Everest suffering from the frostbite of winter.

You are the cold breeze of winter resting upon a child’s neck.

You are Big Ben, the loud bang of the hour.

You are the scorching sun staring into the abyss of space