Skies Of Hope

When sickness feels like a mountain
and the sky just seems to drain the day,
if the sun should bake instead of inspire
until you can’t feel the sway of hope
among the turquoise tapestry,
just remember the times of clouds
the beauty of those billowy bouquets
who remind that life is like a flight
where tomorrow comes a better wind
to touch us with its breath of refreshing,
bring a morn so soothing and calm
so what burdened and ached
finally just drifts away.

So look at those slopes you have to ascend
without fear or sadness
because time will rain its blessings
over the places you have to travel
until at least you feel those droplets
ease what brings such pain,
let them drench away what causes sadness
for the joy of something pure and clean
where finally the hurt is gone.