Where The Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain

Natural disasters affect us all
whether huge or small.
It is not until lives are taken
that we are truly shaken.
Horrible thoughts may cross our minds
and seep into our hearts that underline
the devastation we feel for the dead.
The families too that are unwell
for their children were crushed
under the rumble where rescue teams rushed.
Words can't describe the Oklahoma tragedy we saw on the news;
Instead of sitting back and feeling sorry for them and acting so blue,
we should help in any way possible for the victims and their families.
It ain't going to be easy,
but we have to try
and not waste time to cry.
That is all we can do for Oklahoma
because it's part of our home
where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.

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