The forest is still, not a single bird chirping
And the summer sky is a cumulous of rage
I am drenched in the stillness of remembering
Of what I have lost, of what I still have
But in the midst of the surrounding clamor
The pitter patter and the wind’s howl
My heart remains still— unperturbed, relaxed
Like the eye of a tornado devoid of wrath
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter R.
I am still three letters behind and still catching up with the daily prompt. *sigh*
Hope everyone is having a lovely day still!!
YAY! Let the challenge commence!