The sea rested after a stressful storm,
As the sun peeked out and began to warm.
A tired body of water finally taking a breath,
After being Mother Nature's tool of death.
Katrina carried carcasses, cold and saturated,
In salty waves, caught in nature's fault so hated.
For her the pain is complete, her efforts finished,
But for New Orleans, so much has been diminished.