When tempests rest, dense clouds depart
with all their thunderous stunning fear,

and once again this weathered heart
begins to ease, my mind flows clear.

Then, like the calm lake, I reflect
more placidly upon our world

its tranquil beauties to respect
and meditate where madness swirled:

why lightning strikes at things unseen
as muddy gusts besmirch and scream

where seething rain did flood the land
that trees collapsed where they stood grand

and how mist hides the mountaintops
or frost destroys the last good crops.

To breathe, at peace with life and light,
embracing change with steady sight,

composes me so those who'd peer
across these waters see the deer

the geese and wheat, the peaks and plains,
the hint of fish and distant trains

each mirrored nearly perfectly
within this newfound clarity.