A dust storm of chaos
blows all around you
Blinding and unforgiving;
miserable yet breathing
Chaos rules all around you;
and you are so very afraid
Deep within this dust storm;
deep in the heart of chaos;
there beats a living heart
The beats defining life;
rhythm in full and also in part
Listen to those beats;
listen to them closely
You will hear a song;
an everlasting song
A cry that never dies;
the song that never ends
The song becomes the wind;
and on its feathery shoulders;
rides a golden butterfly
Its wings made of gold,
a sparse speckling of silver
She flutters her delicate wings;
and the world stands still
In awe and in wonder;
the cries and the thunder
She dances her slow dance;
and silence rules the skies
Admiring and respectful;
appreciative and grateful
