December 26, 2004.

The breeze with salt just filled the air
Moving every single human’s hair;
As they stood on the shore
Watching the waves come and roar.

No one knew what was its cause,
To compensate its irreparable loss;
Losing hope and tracing fast
Many dear ones it had lost.

To some the loss of kith and kin,
Or the wages of terrible sin;
A hundred thousand hearts it broke
Covered by a pitch black cloak.

To some the loss of only a sock,
To many more than a grieving shock;
To nature it was its own mock
And on the doors of death it knocked.

Not more than a second here
When all smiles had become tears;
The fears of life are yet to come,
Sorrow to many, fear to some.