Life has many parallels with nature.
Dark storms enter our lives
forcing tears to fall like rain
and like natures storms
there is always a lull
when life seems calm again.
Our lives rotate in seasons
that sometimes match
the seasons we see unfold.
Bleak times like the winter,
beginnings of new life like the spring
and total fulfilment in our summers.
It's always in the lulls
between passing storms
that we get the greatest pleasure
and at times we feel reborn
ready for new adventures
when our life begins again.
5 July 2014
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