Serenity

It was my last day in a crisis center and I was feeling calm.

The sweet serenity of a Sunday afternoon,

The cold air of a little afternoon breeze,

The calmness of almost empty house,

And the sweet sorrow of a restless napper.

Tomorrow begins anew,

And love fills the air.

Dream of rainbows and butterflies,

Of Unicorns and peace.

Of a great impression,

And a tear-filled goodbye.