Looking around I feel a sorrow
Not everyone is living for tomorrow
People are just trying to survive
Some needing a second chance to thrive.
Suddenly all is quiet.
Not a whisper, not a sound.
That wind just breezes in,
Blowing debris on the ground.
Crimson skies surround the fiery glow,
Amber awe on faces below.
Close of day so beautifully displayed,
With pinks and grey oranges and red..