The morning
06.28.07 (6:22 pm) [edit] 
The morning
The Sun shown brightly on the morning it happened,
So much like any other day,
Getting up going to work,
School,
Doing housework,
Taking everything as if it would last forever.
A small spark is it all it took.
Flames on dry grass and trees,
Exploded in a conflagration of destruction
The fire hungry to feed for its continued existence,
Racing through what was thought to be permanent,
Until only ash remained,
Some found their final resting place among the ruins.
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
In end it is always the same,
The means to that end differ that is a