Who would think the sun wouldbe so beautiful? Part of the sky
fell, ripped from the trees, left to
sparkle greenly on my eyes .. . ...
could have been worse. Others
to the south, east, north are not
as fortunate: all we lost were a
few leaves. They lost all, all but
their lives. Buzzing of chainsaws
and thundering hammers scent
ears with hope as they rebuild -
a strong, resilient sound as the
sun rises on the morning after
the tornadoes. It feels so good.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman.
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