hurts, sorrows and misfortunes
may have fallen like autumn leaves
brushing our pains, sharp and bitter
lacerating our bloodless wounds
but yet these battles
even as we stand mutilated
broken and helpless
it does build our character strong,
making us alert, keen
and weak no more, after all
when the storms have passed
the moon will come out again
the sun will rise, the stars
will lit at night
the trees will hum a tune
the wind will sing a lullaby
as the birds will fly high
up in the blue rainbow colored sky
yes, after the bitterness
of dissappointment ceases
it is still a beautiful life.