Through the woods I saw,
A blue sea amongst the ochers and greens.
Hues of azure, cobalt and sapphire,
Whiffs of compassion, radiance and strength.
Then I saw the dark clouds,
They carried thunder and rain.
All the greens and ochers vanished,
Darkness reigned supreme.
Rainfall pelted, thunder clapped,
But I kept my ground.
And I kept standing, as through the woods I saw,
A blue sea amongst the gray and white.
A sea of kindness,
A sea of life.
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