Tears dry a soul,
And offer the heart rest.
What is uncertain
Becomes tangible
And nothing escapes
Catharsis.
There is hope beyond rain
And meaning in its gloomy clouds
The understanding of death
Too teaches us the glory
Of that treasure called Life.
Yet an infertile seed in the soil
May never grow,
May never see through
To the air above. ..
It only knows darkness
And understands not even its
Potential.
And as for the seed that sprouts,
It sees the success of those
Reaching high …
Yet a bean would never yield
A tree. It is true, that
Life is glorious to the ones who
Live it fully,
And reach highest.
But for the rest,
Who may not grow,
Or grow enough …
Life is simply the stuff of
Jealousy and
Impossible Dreams.
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