Nature's My Friend

A cold wind blows urging me to stop crying and my hair wraps around my face like a hand asking me why?

I turn my face right away from the nature’s question and face the crowd remembering their cold hearts who whisper words so cruel that my hands aren’t big enough to cover my ears. The room gets smaller with every  passing moment and dark and gloomy with no space to breath. They laugh and talk together in merry joy and I think to myself if I will ever fit in with these lifeless laugh toys.

The wind soothes my hand and my tears find their way back and suddenly my tear drops are replaced with sky's sorrow.. the rain overcame the sound of others and filled me with satisfaction and glee because now I know I don’t want their approval I have faith in me.

The storms return and leave the wind behind, because tough time never last but tough people do.

Peace,
Muskan💗💗💗