When Thunder Rolls And Skies Turn Gray,I Find My Peace In Natures Sway.The Trees May Bend, The Winds

When thunder rolls and skies turn gray, I find my peace in nature’s sway. The trees may bend, the winds may roar, But calmness lives at my heart’s core.

In each raindrop, a gentle song, Reminds me storms don’t last for long. Through tempests fierce, I stand secure, In life's wild dance, my peace is pure.

Silver ice on black sand, Waves whisper in twilights glow, Nature whispers where time is alone. Prints & other pages - https://linktr.ee/steven.sandner If there's anything you'd like printed but isn't available on my sites please let me know

In the quiet hours of morning light, When the world still sleeps, and dreams take flight, I wake with a heart heavy, full of care, Lost in thoughts, tangled in despair.

Life's burdens pile high, a mountain steep, Promises to keep, and secrets to keep, Tasks unfinished, dreams left to fray, I stumble through each fleeting day.

My soul, once free, now feels confined, In a maze of worries, my peace I can't find. The weight of the world on my shoulders rests, In this silent struggle, I am put to the test.

Yet in the midst of chaos, a glimmer of light, A whisper of hope in the darkest night, A reminder that I am not alone, In this journey, I’ve grown.

For every storm will pass, every night will end, And in these trials, strength I find, my friend. Through tears and pain, I learn to see, The beauty in life’s fragility.

So, I take a breath, one step at a time, Embrace the mess, and in it, find the rhyme. For being overwhelmed is not a sign of defeat, But a testament to the depth of my heartbeat.

Omphalotus nidiformis in the Dandenong Ranges National Park, Victoria, Australia (my pic) 🍂💫✨

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Fragile dreams take flight, In the whisper of the wind, Gone, but never lost.

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Dark peaks rise where shadows loom, A river winds through twilight's gloom. In black and white, the skies presume, An epic dance of fate and doom.