John A. Williams
Look at a raincloud there may be rain,
But closer behind there is sunshine again.
Look at a butterfly its beauty so fair,
And look what it was before it took to the air.
Look at a flower and see a new fruit,
Look closer and you'll see the real truth.
Look at the tree leaves brown, yellow and green,
It's nothing without its root though unseen.
Look at a face that is smiling with charm,