The Story of Life

 

The trees stand lonely and aloof;

The waves crash on the beaten shore:

Clouds gather in the heavy skies

The storm will break, and thunders roar.

 

No birds sing in this darkened world,

Loud silence fills the empty air.

The foliage turns a deeper hue,

The hiss of rain is everywhere.

 

Then, suddenly, with violent force

Fierce yellow forks pierce blackened sky.

We gaze on this with reverent shock

And then begin to wonder – Why?

 

But rain will shortly disappear,

Clouds scatter from sun’s brightening ray;

Birds sing again, and seas be calm

To greet the dawn of tranquil day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life’s story. Troubles often come –

But soon to go and leave behind

The sad but distant memories

To fill a recess of the mind.

 

There’s always something, someone new.

Let time act as the healing balm;

Forget the past, and all the wrongs.

Always, after the storm, a calm.

 

 

Linda Jane Robertson 1970

 

 

 

 

 

 

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