11 January 2013
All is quiet, peaceful, still, People, oblivious, carry on, until,
The sky darkens, a muddy blue, A hundred feet high and heading for you,
Devouring houses, swallows a town, And all the while come crashing down,
Down, down, down, it hurls, A crash of blue in frothy curls,
Behind, a landscape, different to before, The land is wrecked, rotten to the core,
Both holiday-makers and locals strive, In a relentless effort to rebuild lives,
In a darker day, where the wave stands tall, I will find you, when you answer my call.
Tsunami • Opuss № I