Disaster
rains
pellets
of fear
on
the
unsuspecting.
After
all, who of us
wants
to believe
devastation
is on
its way?
Yet,
it does come
again
and again
as
centuries pass
and
the winds grow
colder
The
earth
is
growing old
but
she is
bound
to us
like
a Mother and
her
child.
And so,
we learn
the
truth of
her
great compassion
with
each survival
and
each tomorrow
when
a
patch of grass
turns
green
again.
~
Joanne
Cucinello
2013
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