Beauty Of the Storm
In each creation there is a beautyIn each rain drop there a chaotic tranquility.
Within the dream of motions that remain untold
purity within itself no mortal can truly behold
Wind and hail of water and life we know so little of
No hatred to be found, a peace of chaos balancing itself out
And I cry out for understanding how such clarity can be eternal
Internal survival unable to be anything but forever more
Neverending change, always the same, brilliance no mortal can comprehend
Neverending, forever transcending, immortal trend, beauty within.
But the moment is over and calm has returned but for a moment
The peace to find, the chaos to return before the end
The beauty that touched me, to hold for forever
But forever is but a second. A second, but then it's over
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