A streak of fiery cloud hangs on the Eastern horizon as seen
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? ~