Poem: There you are
Photo Credit: Drazen Neske

In the midst of a quiet storm,

Rising — thriving like a rose

With strong thorns:

There you are, standing bold,

Yet calm:

Caressing a gentle and strong,

Wind wrapped around your,

Small frame, leaving a scent,

Smelling like Gilead of a balm:

There you are pleasing,

Like a frosty snow storm,

Purifying the air, greeting,

Blessing, the land, silently,

“Now you are so calm!”

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