What i am!

I am darkness of dust from the
Earthquake
I am sorrowful people who cry for
Loved ones
I am wind as it blows
Over Haiti
I am like the little leaf
That flies through the wind
From a fallen tree
I am the wind who sits
And bustles and blows
Through the tears of
Lost children
Who call for mom and dad

I am the crumbled concrete lying
On the ground once
A building
I am the tumbling of walls
Falling
Into water
Puddles
I am the rain in storms
That blows and taps on the
Broken glass

I am scattered people
Who don't know
Were to go
I am the pile of ruble
People stand
Looking
For their family
I am not only destruction
I am
Free

I am the wind that
Flows over
Dirty water
I am the wind that is
Free who can
Blow and blow
All over the land