Wind whips through the willows,
Rain splatters on the grass.
Clouds roll in, blocking It from my view.

It is beautiful,
It is my beacon of hope.
It shines through the dark shadows of my life.

But now it is gone...

The light cannot penetrate the dark,
It cannot guide my lost boat to shore,
It cannot shine through the dark shadows anymore...

The storm is unwavering,
The clouds are heavy,
The rain is thick and never stops.
All seems lost...

But then, the light!
The new hope shines through the dark clouds of despair.
And once again,
It is beautiful.