Writing finds her inner peace

The first rays of sunlight lit up her room, 

She could smell and sense the fantastic perfume,

The rhododendrons and pink Lillies which looked as exquisite as gold,

The small stars in the sky looked as shining as the white diamonds,

But she was unable to find the patience and silence in her mind,

It seemed that everything was collapsing, she couldn't find,

The actual peace and calmness, she longed for so many days,

She walked down the stairs and went to the hallway,

Looked here and there, 

And felt nothing to fear,

Went to her cornered room of books,

Which only helped her mind to be calm, and not judge by looks,

She quickly had her seat, picked up her black- feathered pen,

Started writing out her mind like the speed of storming rain,

Around everywhere there was a silent piece of art,

Which showed the beauty of the world in every part,

She felt tranquil as she wrote down,

Sweeping away the bad thoughts that came round and round,

As told by C.S Lewis, a profound writer,

" You can do or make anything by writing..",

Which made her mind find inner peace, she wanted whenever...