The storm of destruction may have passed,
But the damage it wrought will forever last.
The mother bears a heavy burden to bear,
For the loss of her child is too much to bear.

She walks through the fields of ashes and ruin,
Her heart is heavy with grief, her soul in ruin.
For the silent messenger has come and gone,
Leaving behind a void that cannot be undone.

Her child, once full of life and hope,
Now lies in eternal sleep, on a darkened slope.
Her tears fall like rain, in a steady stream,
As she mourns the loss of her cherished dream.

The storm of destruction may have...