Rain falls on thirsty forest,
Clouds not heavy enough to quench
The summer-long drought.
No more wind.
Loons on the lake.
The trees are still. Silent.
Birdsong clears away
The too-many-voices.
Earth anchors me.
I breathe in
The essence of nature,
And let go the rest.
Pouring now,
The forest rejoices.
Leaves dance in rapture.
I give up
The struggle
In exchange for peace.
Whatever happens, keep singing your song!
Peace @Katrina-Ariel
