Tempest

After many years,
The tempest passes.

A warm glow fills the sky,
Verdant meadows glistening.

The chirping of birds,
Flowers swaying in the breeze.

So much time spent in hiding,
Time to go out and enjoy.

Breathing in deeply,
Everything better.


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