Roaming Free

Amidst chaos

Was roaming calm,

Looking at hailing storms,

Looking for home.

Maybe it was a mistaken step,

Or maybe it was on purpose;

Calm entered somewhere,

Where everything was sand and dust.

It was the beauty of barrenness,

That pulled it close;

And against the best interest of all,

Straight into disaster.

It tip-toed,

It did find what

Was the purpose of this rebellious step;

And the outcome was

The eyes that were no more a stranger,

To thunder and lightning.