Chaos

In the hush before the storm,
Chaos unfurls its wild refrain,
A tapestry torn where order’s torn,
Yet beauty hides in fractured pain.

Colours clash in reckless dance,
Thoughts collide like thunder’s roar,
From the maelstrom springs a chance
To forge anew what lay before.

So let the tumult turn and spin,
For in its heart lies quiet gain—
From disorder’s restless kin
We find the strength to rise again.