The Healing

When roaming clouds are gathering And winds blow up a storm The human heart is feeling It bleeds from piercing thorns The leaves of trees are falling Like feathers fall from birds Softly, gentling whirling Before they drift no more Emotions can be stirring And tears lie in their wake When the rain starts falling It's like it knows your fate. Soon the storm is over The earth is washed and cleaned Seems your soul is calling Your life is once more free.