during tragic events we gather and vent,
why do we see eachother when someone is spent,
why do we cry in rage and sob in pain?
why is it my heart beats to the falling rain?
when grey storm clouds cover the skies,
rumbling thunder sounds and lightening arise,
as fires ignite from the strikes,
the creatures run for their life,
as the fire dies new growth comes alive,
death feeds life these cycles collide...