'Away, ' I said, to where rays of light
Meet blades of grass, an army of soldiers
Waving at the command of their Zephyr.
Today I fled to where everything is alright.
At times the clouds roll in with a full artillery,
Ready to rain down an assault on all below. Now,
I lay instead, resting among the soldiers
Grateful to be fed. In this place I'm at ease.
In the wake of nature's war I've never known greater peace.
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Delightful! Wonderful symbolism between the elements of nature and the battle they constantly wage... Touché to you my dear!