**The Silence After a Storm**
The storm has passed, the skies now clear,
A whispered calm where chaos seared.
The wind, once wild, now softly sighs,
Beneath the vast, recovering skies.
The world is hushed, a quiet spell,
As nature's wounds begin to swell.
Each droplet clings to leaf and stone,
A testament to winds overthrown.
The air, now cool, is thick with peace,
A fragile balm, a sweet release.
The earth, though scarred, begins to mend,
As shadows stretch and daylight bends.
Birds, unsure, begin to sing,
Their cautious notes on fragile wing.
And trees that bowed to nature’s might,
Now lift their branches toward the light.
There’s something deep within the still,
A weighty pause, a timeless chill.
For in this silence, there’s a grace,
A moment’s truth we can’t erase.
The storm may rage, the skies may cry,
But after all the winds pass by,
We learn that peace, though soft and brief,
Emerges through the heart of grief.
The storm has gone, but we remain,
Awash in quiet, free of pain.
And in this silence, we shall find
The strength to heal, the peace to bind.