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Monday, April 4, 2016

Stand Your Ground

Skies of Grey
On a cloudy day

Gusts of wind
Blow my way.

I hold strong.
Standing my ground

Listening to the wind
And it's howling sound.

Screeching it's displeasure
at my rock solid stance

Then the leaves rush in
And start to dance

Bringing with it, an uplifting kind of energy.
I went from being tense to feeling carefree.

I lifted my hands and reached out to the sky.
From my lips I began to sing a lullaby.

The wind quiets down,
lulled and pacified.