fallen trees that took years to grow tall,
a small squall, look how they fall.
Broad trunks chopped in hours,
do our cities have smiling flowers?
The signs are clear, yes i fear, the end of my world,
as i knew it is very near.
I repeat, request, reiterate, let your airconitioning for one hour abate.
23 August 2009 at 10:36