In tranquil whispers, peace does sway,
Amidst the twilight’s soft array.
A gentle breeze, a quiet stream,
In tranquil moments, we dare to dream.
But hark! What stirs in the distant sky?
A tempest brews, a storm draws nigh.
The calm now quivers, chaos awakes,
As thunder roars and lightning shakes.
The once serene, now tumultuous scene,
As chaos reigns, disrupting the serene.
The tranquil air, now thick with fear,
As chaos dances, drawing near.
Yet in the heart of this swirling storm,
Amidst the chaos, a glimmer forms.
For even in tumult, there lies a chance,
To find the calm in chaos’ dance.
So let us weather the tempest’s flight,
And face the chaos with all our might.
For in the chaos, we may find,
A newfound calm, a peace of mind.