What do we say of storms that die?
Of squall strewn leaves that lifelessly lie
When the winds give their voices much needed rest
And when nature puts survival to an arduous test
Perhaps sometimes we encounter such storms
In our minds when troubled thoughts form
When the burdens of thought is too much to bear
And perspective to shreds we tear
When the idle imagination catches fire
And good sense faces consequences too dire
Finally as all natural storms do die
So do these in a good teary cry
A perspective on observing a restless mind....
