calm within the storm
I stood and observed the swaying trees,
the rustling leaves,
the rush of the morning crowd
Saw the impending storm in the distance,
consuming the rising sun;
Slowly but surely, bit by bit
I lift my head to the heavens;
take in the orange skies,
feel the patter of rain on my face,
fill my lungs with sweet morning air
A sense of peace, sense of calm
my world has stopped revolving;
Stuck in this moment of bliss...
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