Green grass swaying gently in the breeze,
under a clear blue sky,
littered with cotton candy clouds,
majestic birds soaring high.
I stood amidst the rolling fields,
the winds caressing my hair.
The world around me alive and rejoicing,
blossoming in Her care.
Yet, temperamental and moody is She,
uncertain and unpredictable.
Far in the distance the sky turns dark
The lush fields turn to rubble.
Lightening crackled, as I watched.
The sound of thunder, deafening.
The wind, once a gentle breeze,
was now a hurricane beckoning.
Still I stood in my meadow,
watching the future shape and form.
Peace and serenity for the moment,
the calm before the storm.
