Storms don’t last forever;
The seas will gather and still,
The sky will dry its eyes,
The sun will reappear and
Speak riddles and rhymes;
We will know to cheer again;
The ground will be steady, inviting
Us to walk, and stroll and leap again;
The grass will grow and give
Us a pillow for reminiscing,
The flowers a bed as we
Speak stories that relieve
Light laughter;
Our shoulders a resting place for
Moments of loud laughter -
They are too for tears,
But seasons change and
Today we learn to rejoice again.