There is always, and every now a bit of sunshine, Flowers will sprout and birds will tweet,
Rays of warmth up hope they build, monkeys swing when the jungle’s green,
The lion will build and believe in faith, when in plenty and pride rock the throne,
But a twist of fate, or nature or whatever, and then the clouds dark the sky they cover.
The winds now blow and the breeze is frosty, the storm is nigh and now its here,
It withers the flowers, it shivers the birds, their chicks off the nests the torrent sweeps,
The trees now sway in protest and pain, the jungle king can now only hope feign,
The moment of truth, nature’s versatility, sometimes its good, sometimes its not.
Sometimes its Christmas, sometimes it’s not, at times it’s cool and at times it’s hot,
We love and smile in the wake of good, but is it always the same when all is cold?
We falter and fall, do we take the blame? Do we rise up tall, do we crumble in shame?
Keep the faith and diligently nurture hope, in your heart preserve the Love forever warm.
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