The trees are broken, splintered and torn
Raw and naked like when we were born
Up against a dark bright sky
Forever asking and wondering why
Why are we cold?
Why are we old?
When will the light unfold?
Standing in Sandy’s wake
The children are now at stake
The little seeds won’t bend and break
Only later when its too late
Sandy had another Hook
Down at the school by the brook
Ravaged her way down the halls and took
The lives of children reading books
Do we run or do we stay
What will make the pain go away
Of lost children who never will play
Again in the sand
We must make this demand
Stretch out your hand
To the one who needs compassion
A simple task the only action
The smallest gesture the best traction
In a world that has gotten so big that we are small
It is us who is left holding the ball.