Why Does the Sun shine
Down Upon Me
When amidst in all this Misery?
And Birds Outside Frolic..in their Glee
While Inside I Ache
Despairingly
And When my Heart be fledged with Love
Why Must the Clouds Be Grey above?
And Dampen all my Joyous Days
With Howling Winds and Pouring Rain
But all is not as it appears
And now I see that..Oh So Clear
For Everything...That's Meant for Me
Is Just as it's Designed to be.
When Filled with Peace and Happiness
Each shower
Just a Gentle Kiss
To Show What I'd not seen before
The Divinal Beauty Of A Storm
When I'm Cold and Lost
and So Forlorn
The Sun Shines down To Make me Warm
To Give Me Strength from
Beauteous Light
And Guide me through my imposed plight
For Whatever weather is passing through
In Life...
.........Or In Natures Seasons
Everything has a Purposed Plan
Every Purpose
Has A Reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem