After the Storm, the Morn Shall Come
Though the storm to rage and lightnings do flash,
a fierce thunder roars, just to scorn,
A calming, the serene, is soon to be seen,
then at the dawning of the new morn.
No matter the fights, throughout the nights,
the flashing lights and the clouds,
The morning's bright, a welcoming sight,
with the lifting of darkness's shrouds.
If our lives seem hard, we've drawn a losing card,
there's much more to see, and to live.
Just to keep heads held high, looking to the sky,
For there's no better life to share, and to give.
Take heart my friend, not too late to begin,
a fresh start, a birthing of the new,
A bright spirit awaits, and with open gates,
in our living of this life, that's so true.
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