When The Storms Come

when the storms of the day
come your way

hide, and be safe
save yourself and be calm

they will just pass away
they're temporary

when the storm is over
come out again from your hiding

go out and smile and let the world
be envious of you

you face the new sun
and bathe again on the calm, blue sea
sleep on the grass, gather the flowers that bloom
along the way
watch all the butterflies fluttering
listen to the songs of the birds
and roam these patches of peace
and savor every piece of serenity and beauty

they are all yours
you own them you can hold them

you are the ruler
at least, for the meantime that you are here

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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