What Will We Do Next?

When the winds roar
And the clouds rain
Know
It’s the end
And beginning of change

It’s range
Whistles, wildly
Loudly

So that we can, each, hear it

“It doesn’t matter..
The future is up to us!”

And so
After the fires burn
After we morn
After the storm

When the air is fresh
When the table is set
When it’s laid right in front of our faces

What will we do next?