QUIET STORM
Up and awake in the early light
Wrapped in beautiful silence
A mind tangled in chaos
Thoughts surge and scatter
Decisions rage like storms
That need to keep calm
A storm that has learned to lower its voice.
Awareness, patient breath presses seeds into the dark,
and stillness rises like dawn mist—
As cool air and soft breeze brush against
The rising sun smiles at the calm mind
Lingering like a clear mist at daybreak