A Ruined City
I see a huge city, flooded… How is this possible? The water has risen, almost covering the vehicles. Even some buildings are engulfed. But not all. Some are standing, for they are tall and they tower over the ruins of a city. A once beautiful city. This city swallowed by these torrents, has been reduced to mere buildings; one here and there, isolated from the rest. How many buildings have been destroyed? Who could or what could have done such a thing? A hurricane? An angry, rushing river? This is the cycle of nature and life. How many lives have been lost? How many have had their spirits extinguished; snuffed like a candle? Look at the survivors, huddling together, helplessly watching their city. A city reduced to water logged buildings. They cannot do a thing. Their only choice is to live…or to die. They can only hope, someone will rescue them, rescue them from a place called home, now a city of horrors. So many memories have been lost, buried under the water. Deep, deep down under. So very sad, but so very true. That is the cycle, the circle of life. Only it was their misfortune to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
