Storm Clouds
Storm clouds drift asunder
Sanction the golden sun
Silence raging thunder,
See smiles and to them run.
Inspiration hides
Where greatness resides
And is overlooked
We’re all overbooked
So miss the perfection
In every direction.
Look, see the faces perceived miniscule
Listen; hear the voices, stories, of the hushed
Laughter and shared smiles hold our redemption
Winter ends with the saving of a lost soul
When we fathom what others have had crushed
When we care beyond our own reflection,
Sunlight will pour its rays
So shoot to understand
Serenity today,
Should pour into your hand.
This poem is about:
Our world