Human storm

Many scars on earth was left
trees of the former paradise were gone
made the autumn leaves be kept
then be disturbed by anger of the sun

wailing wing whirled in roar
cries in heaven touched the loneliest sea
doves could no longer soar
and lose their souls when they became weary

silent sky's confusion:
myths of reality and fantasy
leads them to suspicion
finding answers for this controversy

rain of fire poured everywhere
burned, buried them under the ground
dead by this suddern flare
there are no more to be found

it's not too late to repent
future is still waiting for us
is this the way it's supposed to end?
a storm that could turn all to dust?