The waters edge
Quiet forlorn
Mere ripples left
After the storm
Its thoughts hidden
Deeper still
Its eyelids heavy
A weakened will.
Footprints upon
The muddied grass
The sunshine touches
Waters glass
The windswept lillies
Frayed and torn
Waiting to
Be reborn.
As if a nightmare
Hours ago
The violent nature
Lightnings glow
Now is resting
A quiet scene
Slowly forgetting
What has been.