It started with the morning sun,

it hovered over the earth,

warming it with its wisdom.

But the grey clouds shaded it

from the truth.

 

The ocean rose with great force,

leaving people to wonder.

White caps breaking, shattering,

into pieces that would never

be put back together.

 

How could they heal after such a storm?

Each day melted into another.

Rain poured like tears,

endless tears from the sky.

 

The dark clouds should’ve warned them,

but they came so often.

Forceful wind pushed back the layers

of what they had become.

 

People fled.

There was nowhere to go.

Anger drifted over the land like fog.

When it lifted, everything was gone.

 

Where was the sun?

Where were the stars?

Such light should’ve never faded.

 

Cold.

Brittle pain edged its way through their floating souls.

There was no color.

 

The roaring sea settled down with each breath lost.

Millions never stood again.

The white sand dirtied with fear,

corrupted with lies.

 

Bodies shifted.

The earth cracked.

Lightning struck.

It was too much to swim in.

 

Far from who they were.

Far from their core.

Sewn into a web that kept them there

for an eternity.