i claim

i love the warm summer rains,
the tickling tendrils of grass,
rolling through wildflowers.

i love the silent winter snows,
the tickle of january winds,
the laughter of nightingales.

i love the indigo curtain of sky,
speckled with scintillating stars
and the watchful eye of the moon.

i love the world,
and its tempests,
and its peace,
because somehow
i know
i can turn the tempests into peace,
i can have the patience to wait out the storm,
i can turn the real world into my own