There is much beauty to be beheld,
By the dark and ominous clouds
That swiftly streak across the sky
Yet do not release their cleansing powers.
The deciduous branches glow emerald
Against the foreboding day,
And I am not sorrowed
By the lack of hope here display'd.
There is much beauty to be beheld,
By what we cannot, choose not to see.
Gaze deep and skyward,
And you two shall feel free.
