Autumn Leaves And Children's Laughter Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have seen the clouds
all reddish from the fires
within

it is not something trivial
with almost a hundred dead
burned alive

the abandoned cars tell the
whole story
the scorched trees are dead
in silence

they never believe these rage
to happen
and one scratches his head
blaming everything to the system

ah, everything happens for a reason
one can read the purpose on the scars
one can say, this is destiny
this will happen anyway despite...

the dead bury the dead
and those alive still build a new house
start another family
mend the fence, plant the acorns
dream again about all the trees
and autumn leaves and children's laughter
and mothers' calls....