Paradise is a place ever so nice,
With weather to die for,
All sunny and warm.
And some people did,
Walking down the ash-covered streets,
Boulevards of lost dreams.
I wander past children playing,
Like the first snowfall of the year,
Castles and men of ash.
Sounds are muffled by the sorrow of loss,
What was once a city, now flat swaths of ash.
Paradise, they said, is a land of wonder,
Of beauty unimaginable, an awe-inspiring sight.
And indeed I feel awed, awed by then the void,
The pain, the suffering, and the human loss.
December 1 2018