in the leaves of the palm trees
that didn't flutter or rustle,
the crows that didn't coo,
the water of the streams
that didn't flow only exist,
the clouds burdening the sky
that didn't move an inch,
if their would have been a rainbow
it too would seem only gray,
the calm was constant and unusual
it was may be the storm that
could disrupt their peace,
while it seemed the world
behind was celebrating a Sunday
i kept running from door to door yelling,
for the place I lived in for so long
was now....no longer my home.
