Making beautiful it's space
The sun shines down upon its petals
It's speaks to me of grace
The clouds roll through to intimidate
They bring dark shadows on glory
Yet standing helpless in that shade
Courage speaks a deeper story
Then comes the wind in power
It threatens to destroy
That flower holds on tightly
Reveals to me its core
The floods they come in torrents
It's washing all the pain
The flower closes petals
Its roots drink up the rain
The flower opens up once more
To radiate the sun
To speak to all who will notice
That joy is sure to come.
"Weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning"
Tam
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