THE.SILENT.MELODY

Dark is the hour after her path. Where is the song of the birds and the trees dancing with the sweet winds. There are no birds left...the trees lies in the floor like big corpses of giants who sleeps...now they sleep. The place is filled with a sharp sound of cries and laments...a ghostly dream that became a reality.
She left behind caos and death... but does nature is guilty for all what humans have made??...what we have done to the earth?...do we cursed our own days? Katrina we will never forget...the wounds of her rage can't never be healed. Now with the wind goes our prayers...as a melody of mournin in the cold breeze.