The Smile
With gray skies, I smile anew
torrential storms, thundering nights.
Howling winds, tornadoes form
Yet joyfully, smile I do

Cold arctic nights, frigid blizzards blow
My naked hands shake from the cold.
Tremoring in the lonely wastelands,
Yet inside, this joy I know.

Disastrous Calamity, torrential funnel
All's lost with screams of horror
Hope might be lost, yet I smirk,
I see the light at the end of the tunnel.