In times of yore, when earth and sky entwined,
A tale of waters vast, a flood unkind,
A cataclysmic dance of rain and sea,
Engulfed the land, a world submerged to be.
Noah, steadfast, heard destiny's decree,
To craft an ark, a haven on stormy sea,
Two by two, life's tapestry he wove,
Amidst the deluge's roar, a refuge trove.
From azure heavens, tears cascaded down,
A symphony of anguish, nature's mournful gown,
Rivers swelled, their banks no longer contained,
As ancient echoes whispered, realms were strained.
Oceans clashed with heavens in fierce embrace,
A celestial ballet, primeval grace,
The moon herself wept, casting sorrowful light,
Upon a realm consumed, in endless night.
Yet within that ark, hope was woven true,
Life's kaleidoscope, a vibrant crew,
The great flood's test, a passage through the storm,
To rise anew, rebirth in nature's form.
And as the waters ebbed, and daylight broke,
Land emerged, from the abyss bespoke,
A world renewed, awash in golden ray,
The Great Flood's memory, never to sway.
So let us remember, the tale of old,
The Great Flood's legacy, in stories told,
Of trials and resilience, life's enduring art,
An epic ode to courage from the heart.