Storm and I

Half a mile of speedy sunshine, half a mile of breeze
and then there was the rains and storm amongst the breezy trees.
The storm passed through the forest and chased the green leaves,
The girl a boy, a woman a man, wait! please.

It seems to me that something's gone wrong?
A tree has been uprooted and houses have no sound,
The storm had thrown apart human lives,
and left behind people huddled on the ground.

Broken and charred, shattered and marred,
things that once made a home were all ablaze,
The fire in a hut still burnt at it's pace,
People stood and gaped at their lives disgrace.

Nature's fury had taken a toll and how!
It was a few hours of madness and the breeze played foul,
It was meant to be a gentle flow,
Though it turned into an angry row.

Without a thought it swept and blew,
taking with it all, memories - old and new.
What was left behind was a heap of stones,
to be thought of all life and be mourned.

How I wish I could have been the chosen one,
to sleep as the wind blew,
But as luck would have it at all times,
I was away when it passed through.

I am left now, to grieve and mourn ones who lived,
to heal the wounds of others, who hurt and limp,
The sun will shine again and the breeze will gently blow,
But, till then I have a long way to go.

I have the will to make amends and the wish to live,
Life is but just a passing thought.
It is a long chain of emotions and body and soul,
I have to just untie the knot.