The storm comes.
Its darkness consuming the sun;
Its thunder roaring across the Earth;
Its lightening brightening the horizon.
The little bird
Fights the storm,
The wind fighting back.
It soars and tumbles,
Flapping its wings,
But the gusts are too strong.
Feeling exhausted -
Too tired to carry on -
The little bird gives in.
The storm sends out a victorious streak of lightening,
Its thunder rumbling throughout the land.
The little bird
Lifts its weary head
And looks up to the sky through teary eyes.
In the distance it sees a crack of light -
The storm has a weakness.
The bird spreads its wings
And takes flight once again.
With renewed energy
It fights the storm again -
The crack of light its goal.
Soaring and tumbling,
Struggling and flapping its wings,
It finally makes it through.
Beyond the storm
The sunshine shimmers;
The darkness gone forever more.
Copyright©JosieWentzel23April2007