She carries an umbrella
To protect her from the rain.
Even when it's pouring,
Her smile never fades.
She sees the good it brings
To the wildlife and flowers.
The rain seems to make her sing
Even in its darkest hour.
Though she's lost her way,
Can't trace her footprints back,
She finds beauty in each place,
No matter how deep the cracks.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
She carries an umbrella
To protect her from the rain.
Even when it's pouring,
Her smile never fades.
She sees the good it brings
To the wildlife and flowers.
The rain seems to make her sing
Even in its darkest hour.
Though she's lost her way,
Can't trace her footprints back,
She finds beauty in each place,
No matter how deep the cracks.
