A gentle breeze blows across a terrain engulfed in flames
Riding a storm that cages its victims in a shroud of doubt
Chaining its pray to the very earth that crumbles beneath their feet,
Causing their souls bellow and weep
The sky begins to fall, crying as the storm approaches
Casting a fear that strikes with no mercy
A little boy reaches out unafraid, unfazed by the destruction that has come to claim his home,
And whispers, "it's going to be okay"
Suddenly the sun rises, piercing through the darkness that left his village hopeless
And he smiled as the storm disappeared into the horizon