A quiet moment gives way to a poem...

A manic wind blows through the palm fronds overhead
Tossing my hair gently across my face.
The sun holds court in the crystalline blue skies
Like a spotlight for a special place.
I close my eyes and reflect upon the orange glow
of the sun filtering through my closed lids.
Thinking of my personal solitude
And the fact that life has a way of going this way and that
But embracing the knowledge that I am a pillar
To my own strength and happiness.
Just as the sun has a path,
So do I.
Thoughts blowing through my mind
As the wind blows through the trees.
I will emerge to find
The smile of life offering open arms.
...and I am happy to accept!