The town wore a deserted look br Rubble scattered and piled br All around the skeletons br Of the once beautiful buildings br The wrath of the Gods was evident br From the trembling of the earth br And the loosening of the grounds br That for centuries had supported the town br br Traumatised children covered with dust br Rummaged desperately through the debris br To recover their toys and prized possessions br Some adults went in search of fresh water br While Others shell shocked sat around in groups br Speaking in muffled voices of the quake br It was as though they were afraid that noise br Of any kind would bring on more tremors br br Rescue workers were still trying desperately br To reach the town which had been cut-off from br Civilisation after the main bridge collapsed br Then something unusual happened br There was a strong wind which blew across br The affected area taking with it the dust br The survivors seemed to look cleaner and br Could even identify some scraps of food br Like biscuits and bread which looked edible br br They called out to the children more audibly br And started rationing out the morsels of food br As well as sips of juice from the cans br Which were found intact in the rubble br Soon signs of hope returned into their eyes br Amazing how a little food can help boost morale br Even in desperate circumstances like earthquakes br So until the fresh supplies and aid reach them br They can only hope that another holy wind blows bybr br Sandra Martyresbr br