The Canopy
Silently in the night
The canopy rocks
Unsteady
Daunted
Uprooted from the limbs.
She remembered
She once held a canopy
Like a crystal ball she trusted
Secure
Steady
And tranquil.
But, then the canopy snapped
Leaving behind a deafening silence
In the mind's storm.
© Soshinie Singh
Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling