As a willow weeps it’s unrecognized beauty –
the sky, falls ominous, and gray.
As the fierce winds exploded through our towns, waging a war upon us…
We stood… Perfectly, Minuscule.
As the chemical laced clouds,
weeped their toxic waters, across the land –
Animals abroad, kneeled.
We stood… Unaware.
When tornadic energy, annihilated humankind’s litter,
Trees, landslides, and rivers – waltzed, in wrath.
We stood… in Shock.
When the dance between Nature and humankind subsided –
Dead silence pierced the air, for hundreds of miles.
We stood… Alone.
For those who remained, to experience the aftermath,
and Creator –
We stood… in Awe.
When the first voice we heard, echoing through the ruins, was…
“Are you OK?
We stood… in Love.
Such as it is – when willows weep…
We stand… Strong.
It is when we stand…
Perfectly minuscule… unaware… alone… in shock and awe –
‘We’ weep the willows of our own unrecognized beauty.
… Love.
