Nature dances in its own beats
Singing songs of rage and fury
Infuse darkness and despair into feeble flesh
Hope sparks where no light could break in
The torch of eternal compassions
From hearts of those who care
When tears could not be blinked back
Let them roll for they will be wiped tenderly
When screams could not be muffled
Let them voiced for they will be soothed gently
When fears could not be veiled
Let them show for they will be eased lovingly
When hearts could not be mended
Let them break for they will be tended affectionately
For life is the most precious gift
And good deeds keep it going…
*For those involving in helping victims of disasters*
