How can the sun shine?
How can the birds sing?
The pain is so overwhelming.
The shock is so great.
The souls are crying.
Those left are stunned,
Outraged, pained and numb.
Yet the clouds pass.
The gentle winds blow.
And still you must ask why.
And no answer comes.
No answer can come.
For those who could understand,
Are not of this world.
They could not be.
LMAnne
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





