I wrote this a couple years ago from my desk at work.
Quiet
Faith
When
the trees bathe in sadness
Dripping
in the sun
The
leaves are still, unmoving
They
and silence, one
But
before all hope is lost
Sun
dims in defeat
The
wind has returned at last
Pain
knocked from its seat
The
trees dance with excitement
Overwhelmed
with love
The
friends are reunited
Blessings
from above
So
days when the air is still
The
sun's rays beat down
Trees
will wait with quiet faith
The
wind will come 'round
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