Still

Dwellings ruined by a brutal breeze. Her scorned wrath damaged innocence dreams. Optimism is sightless through lack of faith. Nature only gives back want you take. You think you can take from her and not pay an excessive cost? Cries rooted from misery and devastating lost. Yet we ignore the cries and reject pleads for support. Are we so fretful on being a dollar short? Is it too anguishing to lend a hand? How can we not care while citizens expire in a wasteland? How can something so nourishing become so fatal? Or maybe we should be concerned with nature’s pain. Could it be her gloomy tears that caused the vigorous rain? But do we deserve the consequence? Sustaining us was her mirth. Yet we repay her by gradually destroying the earth. The climate had become an infection that has achieved critical damage. Who cares? Have our souls converted into numbness? We watch it occur on television, but what do we feel? The storm has moved on while our nation remains still.