roaming through the garden of wonder
symphony of thunder can be heard
soothing the chaotic soul of her

and when she's going under
she sinks into waves of uninvinted emotions
little did she knows
the sun was peeking at her
upon the blanket of the clouds

glims of hope that keep her afloat
slowly breaking through
beneath the blues
and—

that was the last bright spot
that remains in her thoughts