Serene Garden

The golden sun squinted through
the long and thin arms of the trees
leaves shivering in the morning howl.
The atmosphere wrapped around the globe,
with its chest leaving a damp feeling.
Silent bushes as colourful as Spring
watched every step, huddled in the 
damp and warm corner, which was
from the raging storm yesterday.
The deafening silence brought another,
another feeling of rare tranquility.
Tranquility who felt like a person,
coated in blossom petals
with the fragrant smell of coffee,
brewing in the evening.
Unlike the monsters outside 
with their voices sounding like
chaos and discord.