The clouds of ash overhead
Darken and fill our lungs.
Though there are but few dead
Days have passed since the birds have sung.
It's so beautiful, yet we mourn
And never fully understand.
Our perspective and our hearts are torn
With devastation from the unplanned.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 11:27 PM UTC
The clouds of ash overhead
Darken and fill our lungs.
Though there are but few dead
Days have passed since the birds have sung.
It's so beautiful, yet we mourn
And never fully understand.
Our perspective and our hearts are torn
With devastation from the unplanned.