There was a time when I played the flute
As I watched my sheep graze in the meadows.
Joy and content propagated in the air, 
The farm animals danced to my tunes
Everything was perfect before 
We saw the fumes, coming to catch us.
We tried to escape, but they did not stop.
Got massively multiplied lashing 
Poisonous smoke before reaching the top.
Not everyone could escape from fire drape
Some succumbed, rest barely fine,
What should I tell them? Mercy of Divine?
Because if I tell them the truth,
The next question would be faith of mine.