2020/08/26 ~ Silver Lining In The Dark Sky

The sun's golden beauty on a warm summer's eve

Shines upon us all, on the burdened and the free.

As an infant, so tender, to its mother does cleave,

Maybe soon, the world's beauty, you'll begin to see.

Green grass does grow by the broken and the damned.

Rivers gently flow through the towns of distress.

Around the feet of the depressed swirls the sand,

As the ocean's warm tendrils reach to caress.

The light blue skies stay over weary soldiers

Same as it does over the world's poorest countries.

When passes by all of life's weary travelers

At Death's final knocks, the beauty they'll begin to see.