It’s ok
It’s ok to say what must be said
Despite the eruptions
And the volcanic gases
Words are hard to find
And sometimes they hurry out like a bullet from a gun
Blood is usually shed
Invisible cords that tie
Are cut
They are attached elsewhere
We know what we want
We know what must be done
But it doesn’t stop blood shed
Or forest fires
Ashes will be left in the wake of it
But glorious things are born of them
Love holds no bounds
And if there be love
Then be ready my friend
Apocolypsies and regeneration and the pioneering of new lands
Growth always arises
And love always finds a way.