• With wind comes the storm,
    Minds rushing, frantic for help,
    Wings of fear take flight.

    Water laps the shore,
    Wind whips away the calmness,
    Panic ebbs and flows.

    The black clouds then part,
    Warm as the sun, light cuts through,
    Casts the fear aside.

    Peace slices through now,
    Keeping the terror at bay.
    How long will it stay?

    Yet again comes rain,
    Wind billowing our fears forth,
    The storm has returned.