What about the birds?
That’s one thing I kept thinking about during the storm.
They were screaming outside .
They did not fly away.
A few days after I saw a tree full of young ones. Chubby, ready for winter, sort of, no mamas and papas around. Did the elders flee?
Did they later find each other? Or did they all just scatter with the wind?
How did they prepare? react? when the winds were changing?
How many died?
“She used to be a banana”
“For what is it to die but to stand naked
in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to
free the breath from its restless tides, that
it may rise and expand and seek God
Only when you drink form the river of
silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain
top. then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your
limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
~ Kahlil Gibran