Therapy Bits

In like a lion, fierce and bold,

The March winds roar, untamed and cold,

They sweep across the fields and hills,

With mighty gusts and icy chills.

Beneath the sky, so wild and gray,

The trees bend low, in disarray,

Their branches creak, their leaves are torn,

By nature’s breath, untamed, unshorn.

The rivers rise, the waters surge,

With power deep, they swell and merge,

They carve their paths with force and might,

Through day and dream, through stormy night.

Yet in this chaos, life anew,

The buds will bloom, the skies will blue,

For though the lion’s roar is fierce,

The lamb will come, the calm will pierce.

In like a lion, harsh and strong,

Yet spring will come, soft as a song,

With gentle touch, the world will warm,

And peace will follow every storm.

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