Change

A poem about how to find the good around you during trying times

Breezes gone, the air sits still,
Oh what joy do I feel!
Gentle chirps from birds so blue,
The sky a light and gentle hue,
I look around at the fireflies,
Suddenly my sadness dies,
For to a wretched day was given such a somber ending,
And now I sit my soul a mending.