Wee One

Wee One

I am but a wee one 

I am hard to see 

But if you look closely 

You will see I am a monkey 

I like to climb to the top 

Of my home where I live 

Friends can jump from tree to tree 

We are all wee one, living happily

No More Storms

No More Storms

The clouds came rolling into our lives.
Just like a clap of sudden thunder,
They took you away from me.
The lightning struck at our hearts and split them into little pieces.
The downpour came from falling tears.
The sun would be slow at breaking through the days of torrential rain
The rays would take their time reaching the drenched soil of life.
But as the seasons changed, the tide turned
As spring blossoms broke, so would the healing.
As the crocus broke the blanket of snow
Your hand reached out in forgiveness.
As the daffodil smiled your face glowed with knowledge of coming home.
By the time the tulip awakes,
The world will know
When the lily shines through you will be home
And there will be no more storms. 
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