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Long after the lively spring came quite early...
every narrow hill's path laid in solemn tranquility,
faint footprints on solid ground under black booths
smeared with stains by damaged, leaking roofs.

It took longer to reach the hilltop being forced to halt
before a fallen tree toppled down by the hurricane Milton:
can Nature be as violent as man's mad temperament?
A barren land without trees cries out in utter desperation! 

Going further up, slouching on blunders over huge vallies below,
climbing takes a big effort to get to a planned destination too slow; 
strong legs are needed to climb sharp peaks, looking forward and advance:
a little mishap can cost your life: return to safer ground without incidence!

One can see clearer the wide devastation from the highest peak,
watch that pelican in distress aimlessly searching for her hatchling
ravaged by the force of that howling wind over the dogwood creek;
don't hesitate to come down quickly and help out the hopeless living!

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