Everything seemed promising

Everything seemed promising
Until the day the promises turned
Into fragments and rubble
Shards of broken glass
Trash blowing down the valley
Until it was stopped by a row
Of fallen trees
Broken from being pulled
In two directions
As they were struck down the middle
By an unstoppable force
And the hopes and dreams
Of the town and its survivors
Were as scattered as the loose paper
Floating damp sheets
Settled near the remnants of a schoolyard