Rains of
Bloom and gloom
Sometimes fall into the slippery
Ground of life.
Happy are we
When our flowers bloom.
Unhappy are we
When they shrink from gloom.
We
Sometimes shed tears
To shred our fears.
Often welcome frowns
From the way life seems
To bring us down.
Happy days are
Sometimes rare,
Gloomy days are
Sometimes here;
Making us feel
A need to despair.
But when peace
Is there,
It makes it easier
Not to feel depressed.
©ella_write
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