Storms- a poem

As the wind blows, swirling leaves dance on trees. Their limbs sway up and down to the “music”.

But then, the winds shift, becoming strong—even fierce. The skies turn dark. Oddly, there is a momentary “stillness” in the chaos, as if praying for strength and endurance.

As the storm passes, daylight returns, but not without its scars. The trees show their battle. Limbs on the ground with scattered leaves. The landscape has changed. Yet in the corner of your eye—you see it.

A leaf swaying softly in the breeze. A reminder that life goes on.

Retm

Look for the swaying leaf.

I believe it is God’s proof that life goes on. ❤️