Silent Dawn After Trauma
By: Francesca Seopa
Silent dawn of slow advance,
Thread the world with gifted lance.
Beckon to hold the life in grasp,
To feel the rays and darkness rasp.
Cold turn warm the seed to grow,
Showered rain of droplets to show.
And life anew to begin and cycle,
Of fields of green and flowers in chuckle.
Thank you for being with me. I look Forward to seeing you here soon. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind.