third: the calm
when the moon deems it safe to come out of hiding,
to push away the clouds and look down,
everything becomes calm.
cast in silver, everything seems beautiful, even destruction.
it's more like a fable than a reality, the worst has passed, now.
and it's so, so still. soon the animals will emerge,
and the forest will hum with life again,
sing it's song of fullness, it's mending song,
but for now it simply breathes,
for we have made it through.