It's time for Tell me a Story
I found this picture and I automatically thought of the month of March. You know how it comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Look as the sun is breaking through shinning on the water as it roars down the the stream until it hits the quite calm. I love it.
Peace can be found, but only after the storm
The sun struggles to give life for the danger is forlorn.
Okay, now it's your turn. tell my your poem or story. I'm listening.