New Beginnings

The force of the storm has lost its power

And all that remains now is the tiny droplets,

Which fall from the leaves.

The skies are cleared of the ominous clouds,

And a blanket is spread across the heavens

Like a royal robe of blue.

And the earth takes its rest from the storm.

The sun peeks out from behind a cloud

Sending light to dispel the darkness.

Then as if in joyous greeting,

Opens wide her arms to the newly cleansed earth.

And the earth awakens to new hope.

A raindrop lingers,

The silence is broken,

A little bird sings.

And now in the distance can clearly be seen

The promise of a bright tomorrow,

The promise of new beginnings

The Symphony

A symphony of sounds and instruments

Merging together in perfect harmony.

The levity of the flutes,

The mystery of the oboe,

The rich and mellow tones of the French horn

The dynamic brass.

Like the ebb and flow of the rhythm of the tides,

Like the whisper of the wind through the pines,

Like the herald of the sun at dawn.

Distinct, yet a mingling together,

The harmony of the chords

Rival that of the masters

Mysterious, yet so very simple

Is the symphony of friendship.