from the author's residence at Lagro, QC.
It hangs menacing over the empty horizon
this streak of fire in the sky;
where it came from it's hard to deny,
but from the dreaded land of Armageddon.
It came from the home, car and furnace;
factories and burning forests;
little volcanoes thought harmless
scorching our Mother Earth's face.
I stood there to say my morning grace,
Hello sun! Hello New Day!
Now, now, what have I to pray?
Would my Creator accept my praise? ~
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