Fortune Reborn

Twirling dress of moistened pain Dancing in the eye of stillness The quiet before the storm Dizzy, spinning, arousing feeling Tears rising skyward, spiraling... into a tunnel where hope treads gently Emotion, turmoil, sailing driftwood Shipwrecked abandonment As faith forces eyes toward the heavens Blissfully look into the eye of nature Make its acquaintance for the first time Feel the calmness of its judgmental stare Request comfort on her shoulder Prepare yours for the marathon of the weeping symphony that is to follow While searing winds ruffle the feathers And deafens the plight of sufferers whose fragile ears can't fathom her power Listen closely and you’ll clearly hear the voice of nature saying: “I’m Sorry... but pretty soon my whisper shall spur the winds of change and you’ll soar on the wings of rebirth”