in a flash of light the world was new unlike any one had knew blue was green and green was blue top was bottom and bottom was too twas a blink before one could think it only takes a minute for a ship to sink and a strong wind for a bough to break it was high time for one to wake the day the rain became a lake still it wasn't judgment day it was just an ordinary Saturday approaching an ordinary Sunday not one expected thunder scrambling to higher ground to keep from going under earth shakes without warning blackout mornings comes after dark all fires start with a spark