The Garden After the Storm

The storm had passed with a roaring might,

It left the earth in a softer light.

The sky still held a fading fight,

But hope returned in colors bright.

The petals bowed with the weight they knew,

Yet rose again as the sunlight grew.

Each drop that clung was a crystal hue,

A sign that pain had been lived through.

The air was thick with a tender peace,

A gentle song from the winds’ release.

It told the heart that the fears will cease,

And every ending can bring increase.

I knelt to touch where the seeds had lain,

And felt the pulse of the earth’s domain.

It whispered low through the roots’ refrain,

“There’s joy that’s born from the deepest rain.”

And now I walk with a steady grace,

Through every trial, I’ve found my place.

For storms may come, but they can’t erase,

The garden’s heart or its warm embrace.

Thank you so much for reading. ❤️❤️❤️