Peace

We live in the order of chaos, yet there must be peace somewhere. A forest, where only the wind streams through the towering trees. Yet there come scavangers, shattering the peaceful silence with raucous calls.

Even the whispering leaves are interrupted when the vermin scurry through, following their paths under the forest carpet.

Storm clouds gather, the clashing of clouds begins. Lightning streaks down, full of power, incentive of fear. The rain cascades in torrents, a dull roar. Waves wash over the lake, the smooth mirror broken.

Where is the peace.