The seas end their ravaging
The skies roar no more
The ground stops trembling
The silence turns eerie

They wait for the shock
The rumoured pin to drop
The trees would rustle again
But Life can’t be the same

Not a stone, not a rock,
Is the pin when it drops,
Big, loud and destructive
A bomb to quake the earth.

To shatter the doors of confidence
To crack the walls of trust
To wrack the nerves of men
To crumble faith to dust

To break the bonds of love
To turn their hearts to stone
The tremor of aftershocks
Scurry the frightened mice

The ones that see the mist
And look further beyond
See the door has opened
New ventures yet to launch…