weather and mk

8:35 PM

When all but an essence has faded,

and hardly a trace still remains;

When embers have long since abated,

and ashes are swept off by rains;

When the smell of the smoke is subsiding,

and thoughts of the blaze are no more;

When no little coal is left fighting,

and gone is the crackle and roar;

When forest is put far behind you,

and cities and streets greet your eyes;

When nothing remains to remind you,

and buildings and bricks cut the skies;

When one world has vanished around you,

and all scenes have since been replaced;

When all is now gone that would ground you,

and now you have left but a taste;

You may have the will to continue,

--Adapting may now be your goal;

You may beat and break what is in you,

And form a new strength for your soul;

You may take in all that surrounds you,

and learn it, and make it your own;

You may find a firm base that grounds you,

and gives you new muscle and bone;

But if you once spark on an ember,

and when you uncover some ash;

You will in that instant remember,

and flames will return with a flash;

For our lives may be measured in moods,

And years can be counted in feelings;

So a smell or a sound may allude

to a time that will send a man reeling.