by Jon Roe ([email protected])
The clouds are coming,
full of grey
They bring with them chaos,
the thing called the storm
Swirling with life,
bursting with change
Sprouting lightening,
like a glowing spider-web across a velvet night
Each strand of light that dances among the heavens,
Reaches,
Searches,
For the meaning of it all
A tree falls,
It's trunk no longer whole,
But splintered into fragments
So much like our lives,
Ever moving,
Ever changing,
Like lightning,
We're never where we used to be,
Always looking on,
Awaiting our next big chance
For glory,
For pride,
For love,
We search on knowing that something will remain,
Something the storm didn't touch
Taking comfort in our security
Realizing the truth that nothing is for certain
And that we can only make the best out of what we have
Finding our hopes,
Living our dreams,
Believing our hearts
And enjoying life's simple pleasures
Until the next time the weather turns,
Until the next storm hits