Storm clouds have been driven away by the wind spirits
revealing the angels that have been there all along
Gentle puffs of dust rise up from the earth with each new step I take
Coming upon a stream the fish whisper thoughts into my inner ear
“it’s time to move onward, take your bags and go forward”
A nearby gnome smiles and nods his head in agreement
So the path ahead is quite obvious to me now
taking hold of my self I walk forth towards the cloudless sky