second: the wreckage
when the sky quiets,
wind pausing in it's tirade, lightning laid down to rest,
the heavens tired from letting out so many tears.
there are debris strewn everywhere,
leaves and petals,
beads of water making their journey down a trees trunk.
trees: the lucky stand intact, but some are missing limbs,
or tipped, roots exposed to the damp air.
or split open like a broken heart,
still smoking from the lightning's cruel kiss.
but everything is still, now.