I look to the north, south, east, and west.
And I cry out, there is no peace.
I look up to the heavens and scream, where is peace?
And then, I turn my head looking out and beyond. I see the gallant tree standing erect and bold. Feeling a gentle breeze I suddenly feel at peace. My tension at ease. Sometimes you just have to know when it’s time to retreat to feel a gentle breeze.
Seize
The time the hour and feel the renewed power.
P. Kelley
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