distraught by: michael killala

the blessing
relentless sun beats down upon them;
only adding
to the horrific scene taking place.
no relief
in sight for those that stood tall;
the same
goes for those who are oh so small.

it seems
there's no end to this madness and fury.
where's the rain to douse it all goodbye?
every year
it seems we lose more and more.
can we better prepare for what's in store?

it's truly
sad to see such beauty disappear;
many acres
of God's creation scorched off the earth.
home destroyed
both for man and for beast;
it shows
no preference for either great or least.

yet through
it all we shall not give up hope.
can we just sit by and do nothing at all?
we will
replant and restore all that we can.
shouldn't we be compassionate for nature, beast, and man?