Solace by Susan Mehr
Sometimes when nothing makes sense …
… is when it makes the most sense.
Rain soothes quenching the thirst as
Anger burns, fiery sunsets dipping beneath the horizon.
Idealism develops philosophy itself.
Nature, the power, mysterious and infinite.
Bravery, strength. Mastering my domain.
Obstacles conquered. Travelling my path.
Wisdom gained as thinkers leap into battle.
Sky transforms, purity displayed.
Each day lingering in the heavens.
The sun’s rays fall playing in a moist mist.