That power to be

the might of typhoon

ousted me not;

but, the gentleness of breeze

succumbs my being softly;

in reverie it unravels the truth hidden

that gentleness embraces power,

intertwined with evolution

a silent volution of time

that everything becoming unbecomingness.

a revolution speedily done by hasty move

hardly seen nor felt by all that moves,

but in glimpses of mindfulness

gentleness tells the story of strength,

gently.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 050710.