I watch the rain fall, the soft drizzle spraying the young flowers of April.
When life becomes dazing and rages upheaval in our spirit,
I've been staring at the rise,
When flooded with colour I duck behind a lens.
We have a secret, just we three. The robin, and I, and the cherry tree. The bird told the tree, and the tree told me, and nobody knows it but just us three.
By all accounts, spring is here to stay
There they grow, rushing up the wall.
He walks the dark path alone.
One by one the petals drop
I was tired and i couldn't sit at home for another second because I knew it would be chaos as soon as they walked in the door. So I left. I walked to the pond with my hair wet and my body wrapped in a thin blanket. I sat on a cold park bench hoping to just sit in peace and watch the beautiful sunset. It was gorgeous and incredible, how quickly the vibrant colors in the sky changed. As it got darker not only did I watch, I listened. I heard the ducks quacking and birds chirping. I heard the generator roar over every little peaceful thing. I heard sirens howl, getting closer, then finally drifting away. I heard cars race by like time was flying. and in that moment, I didn't find peace. I found the chaos. Not once did I hear complete silence and enjoy the mesmerizing sunset. The world will never stop when pain comes crashing down. I realized, in the short trip across the street, how to find beauty in the chaos and silence in the noise