When a gloomy day comes upon us
The world closes its windows firmly shut
Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families
Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains
Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm
Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air
Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds
The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow
There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers
Growing higher, higher, and higher still
Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as
Beauty.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
When a gloomy day comes upon us
The world closes its windows firmly shut
Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families
Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains
Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm
Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air
Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds
The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow
There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers
Growing higher, higher, and higher still
Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as
Beauty.
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