Tsunami

Fringes of sun appearing,
Shadows of the moon blurring.
The incessant chirping,
the cool breeze flowing.
Its the advent of the new morning.

The moisture of dewdrops beneath,
or night rain's glistening remains.
Hope of new success to be found,
and finding opportunities abound.
Its the advent of the new morning.

The wrenching cries of shattered worlds,
the screaming sounds of silent wounds.
The unwanted color of single red...........or is it blue
the drowning of lives in tears unshed.
BUT this too is the advent of new morning.

The unflowered rosebuds blown away,
the love of labour washed away.
Both mornings are today,
just a few moments away.