Peace

After a weary day
I sit down to write and look outside the window for inspiration.
It is snowing heavily now.
Fluffs of cotton that were gently gliding down
Are possessed by the wind
Blowing them Helter Skelter
I am looking for Harmony
A Path to Peace
Not in the stormy Ocean
Not in the Scathing Desert
Not in Thunder and Pouring Rain
It has to be in Me somewhere