The trees that blow in the breeze,
they comfort me,
and it's harmony,
at it's best.
Beauty that glistens,
wind stirs all around,
glistening, from rays of sun
and like the stars in the sky,
floating by,
for our observant eye.
The clouds do the same,
providing us with temporary shade.
Before quickly continuing,
back on their way.
Our connection to heaven,
giving us a hope, and promise of rain.
Rain that will cleanse the Earth,
so we can grow and begin again.
The dirt that we walk on,
holds so much life,
the trees, the flowers, the food we eat,
and it all feels right.
Peace and beauty,
so much to see, so much to be,
both day and night.
Life in a Storm 