Some poems seem to write
themselves;
I just move the pen.
Others are like lumps
of clay;
they refuse to be molded;
they need moisture and time.
This one is like
a robin that just learned
to use its wings.
It heads west, on a
gentle breeze, into
a tangerine sky.

When the rain falls,
I'll be there.
When the storm comes,
I'll cover your ears.

When everything feels dark,
I'll be there to light it up.
When the clouds grow stormy,
I'll add a little sunshine.

I'll be there through the pain,
And in moments of laughter and joy,
We’ll stick together through thick and thin,
And together, we will conquer anything