Holding onto that thing called hope

The peace of reflecting water whispers happiness
The bees hummed softly,
As the sun hushed and fell
Welcoming the moon.
Everything felt different
Misplaced.
Lost.
I sat on the fallen tree branch
Gazing at the disaster
Laid out in front of me
It was mocking me,
Everything was crumpled, broken or collapsed.
It was mimicking my thoughts, my heart and my spirit
My reflection gave me hope
As I could I was still flesh and bones
I was still here
Things were different
But I was okay
Even though minutes away were pieces of
Completely gutted houses,
And gravestones toppled over.