The only sound
Is water falling to the ground.
Birds are absent
No song to salute the day.

Parents remember
What was here so long ago.
Their children walk by
Silent figures in a silent world.

A gentle mist falls
Obscuring you on the other side.
The fog rolls in
The tall buildings blotted out.

Like cloth hung
Too long in the sunlight,
Colors gone
We see only black and grays.

Most care not
To remember the horror.
Life continued
But the memories have faded away.