After

The breeze is light

  the animals sing

Such a beauty of quiet

  after the storm

Yet you hear the trees stir

  hear every birds song

Hear the frogs croak

  see the gentle leaning, peace

Can we dare to do the same

  listen into the wind

Hear every persons story

  not discount, not silence

Resting in the signs of beauty

  each person holds

Even when the words are

  hard to hear, not planning, or judging

Because if we only bring

  complete and utter silence

A far worse storm will brew

  it is called the calm before 

It signals devastation

  if you don't heed its silence

It signals an end and

  significant change, we can't control

Let go,

  listen

Take stock

  endure silence

Listen closely

  dare to take criticism

Learn

  then help heal