Frustration Poem by Kurt Beard

Sometimes you feel like the rain
Falling down quickly
Splashing against the fields of life
Puddling together with the mud
Soaking slowly into the earth
Growing with the torrents of drops
Rising with the storms

Sometimes you feel like the sun
Looking out brightly
Reflecting against the fields of life
Raising the flowers out of the mud
glowing brightly onto the earth
Shinning with the rays of the sun
Rising into brightness