day 194

Gaia and the storm

cool
gray
painted clouds
illume her greenness 
tranquility amidst the storm

~kat

It is said that the color green symbolizes a myriad of lovely attributes. Among them, tranquility caught my attention. I have noticed when a storm is looming the darkening gray sky flips a switch on the earth below, and every shade of green glows greener. Even in the afterglow of a storm the earth takes on a brilliant tone of green. 

Tranquility in the midst of a storm. It feels like mother nature is nudging me toward another lesson that I can emulate in my own life. When the storms of life come, if I remember my roots, who I am, and allow the light within to sustain me, I can weather anything. I came here to live life to the fullest. Anything less is like thunder with no rain during a heatwave. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of you…yes you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus last year as a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.

For the 6-line poem that means:

• 1 syllable for first line
• 1 syllable for second line
• 2 syllables for third
• 3 syllables for fourth
• 5 syllables for fifth
• 8 syllables for sixth