Settle, settle softly from the spin of these weeks. Chaos came,...

Settle, settle softly from the spin of these weeks. Chaos came, swept across this sorrow soaked place, and so many stood up. Slow your souls, sigh deeply, and soothe where you are able. The snows of sadness cannot stay, sunlight is coming, swiftly and sure. Spring, will surface once more. Summer, will follow.