Clear Skies Ahead
From where does the frightening tempest blow?
It unleashes itself from the calmest flow,
It builds beneath the serenest of waves
From unbridled depths within deepest caves.
The morning light is no guarantee of bliss
It brings a shudder beneath the beauty of this.
Where the sun arises and kisses the trees,
There is a darkness beneath the sultry breeze.
The songbirds will forever and dutifully sing
And yet I look askance beyond the silent wing,
The improper ingredients can change the brew
Smooth sailing can lump quickly hitherto.
Hope for the best weather and keep it calm
Placate the skies and avoid reckless harm,
The eye of the storm is by the horizon fair
The darkening eyes send a buoyant prayer.
The tide ebbs and flows and gently sings
Staying prepared for battle with coiled springs.
Muscles loosen and tense throughout the day
Adrenalin flows, possibly flight underway.
The dream continues for greener grass
Stay silently tuned to the moment’s forecast,
And when the clouds are surely away
Sight the sea of victory just under the quay.
When life is blissful and the sun heartily shines,
The bright birds return and serenity aligns
Until the next time the storm clouds brew
The past experience taught you what to do.
May the birds now warble in the delicate breeze
No more unrest brings you to your knees
Joyful nature then returns as one,
The savage chapter now finally done.