Scars of Storm
29, September, 1993
LJA
It is morning
The tender touch of daylight
Caresses tired limbs
The broken branches
Scattered leaves
Bear witness of the storm
That was.
It is not done.
Now is time to gather up
The broken pieces
Repair tears in walls and door.
Now is the time to hold and cherish
While nature heals
The scars of storm.
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