It starts out slow

The calm before the storm

A light breeze whistling

Telling us to go

Then comes the wave

That washes all away

Only fear stands in its way

The rest is forced to huddle down and pray

Then comes the calm after the storm

The part no one talks about

The part where everyone recovers

And the news is now worn out

Anger is still boiling

His blood is still burning

But still in his heart

He knows it’s not worth it

Only seen as one

Never any more

Only the darkness in nature

Not the beauty he longs for