The Earthquake

The ground, once steady, starts to sway,

A trembling giant roused at bay.

The buildings groan, a mournful cry,

As tremors rise and shadows fly.

The earth convulses, sharp and deep,

A primal fear that makes hearts leap.

Cracks appear, like canyons yawn,

A silent scream, a world reborn.

Chaos reigns, a panicked flight,

Dust and debris, a choking blight.

Cries for help, a desperate plea,

In the wreckage's grasp, humanity.

But amidst the fear, a strength untold,

Hands reach out, from young and old.

Neighbors gather, hearts entwined,

To mend the wounds, a strength we find.

Though scars remain, a city torn,

Hope flickers bright, a brand new morn.

From rubble's grip, resilience calls,

To rise again, and stand up tall.

The earth may quake, the buildings fall,

But human spirit triumphs all.

For in the face of nature's might,

We find the strength to hold on tight.