In tempest’s eye, a truth we know,
That every storm must come and go.
The winds may howl, the skies may weep,
But nature’s course we’re bound to keep.
The darkest clouds, like fears in mind,
May shroud the world, yet light we’ll find.
For every storm, a calm awaits,
As hope endures and sorrow abates.
Through gales and torrents, we shall tread,
With courage, love, and faith ahead.
The storm may bend our sturdy mast,
But in the end, all storms shall pass.
The sun will rise, the skies will clear,
As warmth and peace once more draw near.
A vibrant bow, the storm’s farewell,
A promise kept, in colors dwell.
In life, we face our share of strife,
Yet we persist, for that is life.
For every storm, a lesson learned,
In every pain, a truth discerned.
As storms may pass, so too our fears,
And through the rain, new life appears.
We grow, we change, we heal, we soar,
As sun emerges, we’re restored.
Embrace the storm, its wrath and might,
And trust that soon, there’ll be a light.
For in the end, all storms shall pass,
And we’ll emerge, both strong and vast.