Updated: Jan 25, 2022
A wintry morning, a bright afternoon
Birds chirp away on this cheerful day
Why then, in the blue skies above me
Are some clouds so sullenly grey?
What secrets do they hold within?
What anguish are they waiting to shed?
Is it rainwater that weighs them down,
Or do they communicate agony instead?
How do we tell them all is not lost yet?
For tides turn, and the winds blow
This too shall pass, writ are the golden words
One can fly high only after having been low
The sun peeks from behind, furtively shining
My dear, dark clouds in the distance are aglow
Break down, or hold together; cope as you please
For there is but one eternal truth that speaks: light follows these times of woe