It’s the little things.

The quiet things.

The things one can pass by,

and never see.

Until the time the quiet things

become loud,

Roaring for attention.

They were so simple,

so peaceful

until neglected.

Suddenly what was

so quiet and calm

has turned into a funnel

of destruction,

and one can only hold on.

Until the wind abates,

and the peace returns,

and try to remember the lesson

so hard won