Morning lament
Morning dawns dull and grey
Browns of death and dying
Debris to take away
Survivors pick up the pieces
Struggle everywhere
Digging through mud and rubble
Choked by despair
Limbs of massive trees
No longer reach up high
Crushed by fearsome power
Skeletons left to die
Brilliant green foliage
Eyes no more will see
Trees basking in the sun
As they were meant to be
Branches no longer wave
As gentle breezes blow
The skyline now stands empty
Silhouettes no more to know
Weakened heart beating still
Life continues ceaselessly
Bodies aches; spirits droop
Tears fall silently
We await a new day
When the pain is done
We pray, O Lord,
Let us see the sun