Friday, May 13, 2011


The petals seem to shiver in
the morning of the spring
while the needles of the pine
softly would they sing;
in between offensives that
the elements would mount,
nature seems to take a pause,
its blessings for to count.

The storm came in its fury,
the stems are yet upright...
the birds are celebrating
as if they were kept tight...
and that which roared in fury,
is whispering so soft,
praises unto God Almighty
seem to float aloft...

In between the elements-
horizon is foreboding!
It seems as if the clouds ago
are cautiously reloading!
Savor that which is though now:
peace, so temporary;
get ready for those clouds away
and what they would carry!

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