A poem written by Michael J. Rietscha
Now the clouds of darkness have lifted.
The incredible storm has ceased.
The wicked ripping wind has now turned to a gentle breeze.
The sun is shining; the birds are singing their beautiful melodies.
The grass is green and fills the air with its beautiful scent.
The flowers are in full bloom.
Their sweet floral scent fills by body with peace and serenity.
© 2016 Mental Health Association of Northwestern PA