… So valiantly, the storm, she withstood.
For a moment, the trees overcame their mood!
… The branches cradled her amongst their leaves,
So she could rest up there with breeze…
… When the storm passed, the sun made her dry.
She rested leisurely, watched birds fly!
… She would long for tenderness which never abuse.
Being far from home, she cares for her bruise!
… Under the willow tree, where branches whip,
She sat inside the shadow, silence did creep!
… When birds migrated, she sat and wept.
Sun showed its face, it was soothing, it had depth!
… Now she feels energy from delusions of her past;
In wholeness she goes home, so empowered at last!! …