A silver ray of moon's pure light
sometimes heals those clouded eyes
when they have seen too much pain
to see the beauty beyond the surface

A drop of water from the sky
sometimes heals that dieing skin
when it has become crackling and broken
from too much abuse and too much work

A freeing breath of forest air
sometimes heals the burning pain
when the smoke and the dust that filled the lungs
gets replaced by dampness and scent of life

A hidden spot of damp brown soil
sometimes heals the endless haste
when the drive forward has become pointless
and you urge for a resting place
among pine needles and wild blackberries.